What goes round comes around

[Abe]

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

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

[iceman007]

Hi Aiyub,

That's fascinating, and very true, a motto I've always lived by.

James

[WebRam]

Marc, your such a spoil sport

[Abe]

Hello all

I am not "prone" to post misinformation on this forum, it devalues my contributions. On this occasion I took the story as true without first checking its authenticity, the moral of the story is a positive one so I felt it could do no harm.

But its value now appears in doubt, based on Marc's revelations, so I shall leave it on, because if anything, it does highlight the contribution of Sir Alexander Fleming, ( A person I admire) to the world of medicine, and after whom a magnificent hospital was named in Salisbury, Rhodesia. A hospital where my father was once treated.

[Bones]

Well my pop come home after wwii and said never trust a yank. i dont have to ask him why... although he has passed away now so i cant anyhow.

[Abe]

Marc

It would be a pleasure for me to treat you to a curry, next time youre in these woods, in fact your visit is now long overdue.....

[rbartlett]

Marc

It would be a pleasure for me to treat you to a curry, next time youre in these woods, in fact your visit is now long overdue.....

just don't give him any gin and orange...:-/

cheers


richard

[Abe]

Dont forget to let me know when you come, would be nice to see it again......and try one of those Irish whiskeys.....

Also I can tinker around with all those controls and fancy gadgets you put in....and for a while strut my breast and pretend Im a hot shot engineer!!!!

[Abe]

Talking about good ole Rhodesia.....well in the middle of the country near a town called Fort Victoria......renamed Masvingo was a set of ruins.....called The Zimbabwe ruins.......

Im not sure about the history of these......possibly Marc's smart dad would know.....

Anyways......when "old" not "ole" Mugabe and his ten wailers.....took over , renamed the place Zimbabwe.........and gradually turned the whole country into one big ruin......

[Abe]

And if youre wondering about " Mugabe and his ten wailers".......remember Bob Marley and the wailers?

Well.......Mugabe gets driven around in his flash Merc....escorted by a gang of motorcycles all blaring away with sirens......stopping everything in sight.....

Lo behold if you dont swerve off and stop smartly.......They were all eager and snappish on their triggers...

I remember once on a leisurely....heady afternoon drive to Kariba dam for a spot of tiger fishing....

cruising in a faithful Datsun 1200.....under blue African skies......suddenly I see the glare of an oncoming motorbike headlight.....

The driver....( not me) failed to see this fast approaching calvacade.....at the last minute served into the side of road while the marauding passe swooped by..... having commandeered both lanes and without any thought for anyone else

Isnt it lovely under grey English skies??? even if Im stuck in a jam on the M25!!

[shogun7]

The Zimbobwe ruins:
http://www.worldheritagesite.org/sit...abweruins.html
Roger