Monday, December 6
What Goes Around Comes AroundThought of today:
"If you keep your vision elevated, your chin will automatically keep up"
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.
"If you keep your vision elevated, your chin will automatically keep up"
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.
The above story was an E-mail from a friend that I thought was well worth sharing.
Sir Alexander Fleming by Frank Kovacs
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14 Comments:
Wow! what an amazing story. If only we can pay forward some of the things in our lives and hope others will pass it on. We would have more of these amazing stories to share.
Sweet story Rabab.. thanks for sharing
DJ, TheDon, mydream
Thanx for taking the time to read
marumba
I guess it is an ESP :)
Jelly Belly
That's exactly what came to my mind when I first read the story.
قصة مذهلة
وللمثل الذي استشهدت به مرادف بيت شعر يقول
من يفعل الخير لا يعدم جوازيه
لا يذهب العرف بين الله والناسِ
ولاّدة بنت المستكفي
Hail, hail.. the poet is in my blog
Thanx sweetie for dropping in, and I loved the poem, you're always ready with a poem for every occasion, I bow my head to that :)
Maryam
I finally did :)
Rabab, great blog, great story too, made me do some more research, it looked too good to be true, and like most things that looked too good to be true, it wasnt!
According to www.winstonchurchill.org -
"Sir Alexander Fleming Twice Saved Churchill's Life"
The Churchill-Fleming Non-Connection: The story that Sir Alexander Fleming or his father (the renditions vary) saved Churchill’s life has been roaring around the Internet lately. We must have had fifty emails about it. Charming as it is, it is certainly fiction. The story apparently originated in Worship Programs for Juniors, by Alice A. Bays and Elizabeth Jones Oakbery, published ca. 1950 by an American religious house, in a chapter entitled "The Power of Kindness."
According to Bays/Oakbery, Churchill is saved from drowning in a Scottish lake by a farm boy named Alex. A few years later Churchill telephones Alex to say that his parents, in gratitude, will sponsor Alex’s otherwise unaffordable medical school education. Alex graduates with honours and in 1928 discovers that certain bacteria cannot grow in certain vegetable molds. In 1943 when Churchill becomes ill in the Near East, Alex’s invention, penicillin, is flown out to effect his cure. Thus once again Alexander Fleming saves the life of Winston Churchill.
Dr. John Mather writes: "A fundamental problem with the story is that Churchill was treated for this very serious strain of pneumonia not with penicillin but with ‘M&B,’ a short name for sulfadiazine produced by May and Baker Pharmaceuticals. Since he was so ill, it was probably a bacterial rather than a viral infection as the M&B was successful.
"Kay Halle, in her charming book Irrepressible Churchill (Cleveland: World 1966) comments (p. 196) that Churchill ‘delighted in referring to his doctors, Lord Moran and Dr. Bedford, as M&B.’ Then, when Churchill found that the most agreeable way of taking the drug was with whisky or brandy, he commented to his nurse: ‘Dear nurse, pray remember that man cannot live by M and B alone.’ But there is no evidence in the record that he received penicillin for any of his wartime pneumonias. He did have infections in later life, and I suspect he was given penicillin or some other antibiotic that would have by then become available, such as ampicillin. Also, Churchill did consult with Sir Alexander Fleming on 27 June 1946 about a staphylococcal infection which had apparently resisted penicillin. See Churchill: Taken from the Diaries of Lord Moran (Boston: Houghton Muffin 1966), p. 335."
Official biographer Sir Martin Gilbert adds that the ages of Churchill and Fleming (or Fleming’s father) do not support the various accounts circulated; Alexander Fleming was seven years younger than Churchill. If he was plowing a field at say age 13, Churchill would have been 20. There is no record of Churchill nearly drowning in Scotland at that or any other age; or of Lord Randolph paying for Alexander Fleming’s education. Sir Martin also notes that Lord Moran’s diaries, while mentioning "M&B," say nothing about penicillin, or the need to fly it out to Churchill in the Near East.
Q
Be it a fiction or a true story, it still holds moral and ethics which I personally believe in. I did some research myself before publishing it and did not find anything that confirms or denies it. Therefore I decided to publish it anyway coz it represent a message that I wanted to get through.
Well thanx a lot for the effort buddy, I do appreciate it. and I'm glad you liked my blog :)
"What Goes Around Comes Around"
You can say that again ;) Cute story as well!
Lovely tale I truly enjoyed it. In other words (everything you do comes back to you) I know that for a fact. Whenever someone does you wrong just back and watch how their evil deeds are repaid twice in a satisfactory manner.
Drunk'n'Gorgeous
Where have you been? Missed you gal :)
Altruistic Dad
Well come back buddy, I really missed you, and I hope you had a great break. You needed it badly, good to see you back though. I will pay you a visit ASAP
Mosano baby
I'm not going to ask you where have you been coz a little bird came to my balcony the day before yesterday and whispered in my ears all what you have been up to ;) . Hope you enjoyed it :), but I did miss you and glad you are back.
And you know what? So many times others did hurt me, and I'm not the type that likes to take it back at them. I don't even wish anything bad for them I just nurse my hurt and stay away. Some time back, a person was constantly on my head, turning my life into a nightmare, it seemed like she had nothing to do except come up with a new story each and every day to add to my miseries. I just wished that she would be busy in her own life (with good errands) and forget me. And it happened. She got so busy that she left me and others alone. She also got very sick; a thing that I did not wish for her, and I hope she will recover soon. But you are right, evil is always paid back.
Patricia said....
My friend Patricia sent me this E-mail
Hey ...
How is my Sweet girl? Long time.... I am reading your blog everyday before closing the Net, but it is too bad that i can not write my comments because almost 3 weeks we have a very bad connections which is not letting us to sign in most of our sites.
I loved the last story about what goes around comes around & before that the smile but I hate it when i can not write to you about what and how i felt when i read them.
I can understand you very well about your last story and already my dad is getting what he gave to us for all these years from his life ( love - care - help - money....)
Now it is our time to return him what he gave or what he deserve.
cheers to my best girl & the best stories.
this is my comment:
Dear pat
Thanx sweetie, and to have to e-mail me coz you couldn't get the connection, that really touched me. Therefore I did it for you :) coz the way you feel you should repay your dad is worth sharing dear thanks again.
That's really sweet :)
it actually brought a tear sliding down gently on my cheeck :) that either means "YOUR GOOD", or I'm just pmsing lol :P it's hard to tell I'm always hectically emotional :P
Dear Peach
Nothing is wrong with being emotional :)
Indeed :)
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