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Saturday, February 13, 2010

Think About This - Good Deeds

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to eke out 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 take him and give him a good education. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll grow to a man you can be proud of."

And that he did. In time, Farmer Fleming's son 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 nobleman's son, the very one who was rescued from the bog, was stricken with pneumonia. And what saved him? Penicillin.

Lord Randolph Churchill was the name of that nobleman, and his son - saved twice by the Flemings - Sir Winston Churchill.

Submitted by YTB Executive Administrator, Amanda Cooperider

Friday, February 12, 2010

Fabulous Friday

I’ve been thinking about how we wish so much of our life away. I wish it was Friday, I wish it was the week-end, I wish I had, I wish I could, I wish, I wish, I wish. I don’t know if it’s my age, but I’m not wishing for anything. I thank God every morning for giving me another day and I’m trying to make sure I spend my time wisely. We all have 24 hours every day to do what we want, how cool is that? Tomorrow, God-willing, we’ll have another 24. Life’s good.