You've
heard the expression, "What comes around, goes around". Consider
what might be "coming around" to us because of what we are "going around" doing. Read on to find a wonderfully surprising outcome to this common admonition. I'm not sure if the story is true, but I like its lesson in any case.
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“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.