20Aug
My friend Sharon sent me this story (thanks Sharon!), in honour of National Friednship Week and it coincides with my 75th post:
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.
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...”
'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...”
Perhaps this is as good a time as any to consider that whatever you’re sending around is coming back at you...will that be a good thing?”
Take Organ Donation for instance...it's easy to register online and you can provide a new chance for life for to up to 8 people (of all ages) - who are otherwise enduring a tightly time-framed and extremely limited existence. Who knows what their achievements and contributions to this world might be, were they able to participate fully? Countless lives( >70 from one donor) could be changed thru tissue donation...can you imagine a more extravagant gift, all from one person!
Bonus: you won't miss these parts one bit!
Call to Action:
Click it - go online and register (see Become a Donor links on the side panel to the right)
Share it - make your wishes known to your family
Talk it - tell all your friends, enemies and those you feel indifferent about - don't rob them of the chance to be givers too!
Take Organ Donation for instance...it's easy to register online and you can provide a new chance for life for to up to 8 people (of all ages) - who are otherwise enduring a tightly time-framed and extremely limited existence. Who knows what their achievements and contributions to this world might be, were they able to participate fully? Countless lives( >70 from one donor) could be changed thru tissue donation...can you imagine a more extravagant gift, all from one person!
Bonus: you won't miss these parts one bit!
Call to Action:
Click it - go online and register (see Become a Donor links on the side panel to the right)
Share it - make your wishes known to your family
Talk it - tell all your friends, enemies and those you feel indifferent about - don't rob them of the chance to be givers too!
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening..
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
...and when you're done, make sure you play your organs forward!
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
...and when you're done, make sure you play your organs forward!
Not such a pretty picture of cranes on today Dad, this CBC News story tells of one that flipped at a Kipling Ave. construction project and brought hydro wires down on a TTC bus this afternoon (thanks Dj for sending the link).
In other news, one of my favourite authors, Maeve Binchy, passed away at the end of July. I have read most all of her novels and love her character development. Her stories are easy reads about everyday people in small-town Ireland that make you suffer and celebrate right along with them. Included in her list of titles are Circle of Friends, The Evening Class, and The Scarlet Feather. Several of her characters appear in more than one of her books and she did a wonderful job of weaving their stories together.
The good news today is...Johnny is coming on Tuesday!!
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