Someone forwarded this to me during President’s Day celebration and I thought I’d share it with you all in case it hasn’t come across your mailbox.

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while

trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a

nearby bog. He dropped his tools

and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified

boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad

from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman’s sparse

surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the

father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

“I want to repay you,” said the nobleman. “You saved my son’s life.”

“No, I can’t accept payment for what I did,” the Scottish farmer replied

waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer’s own son came to the door of the

family hovel.

“Is that your son?” the nobleman asked.

“Yes,” the farmer replied proudly.

“I’ll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own

son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he’ll no doubt grow to

be a man we both will be proud of.” And that he did. Farmer Fleming’s son

attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary’s Hospital

Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as

the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman’s son who was saved from the bog was

stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son’s name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don’t need the money.

Love like you’ve never been hurt.

Dance like nobody’s watching.

Sing like nobody’s listening.

Live like it’s Heaven on Earth.