what comes around, goes around
A Scottish farmer named Fleming, while out in the fields, trying to make a living for his family, heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran toward the bog, a swampy part of the woods.
There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saw that this young lad was sinking in a swamp. The more the boy fought to get out of the black soup of the swamp, the more he became stuck and sank deeper into the swamp. Farmer Fleming found a long branch and reached out and the boy gripped the branch, pulling himself from the black muck. Fleming got the lad out of the swamp set him on his way home.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman’s sparse surroundings. An elegant dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy that farmer Fleming had saved. “I want to repay you for saving my child,” the man said.
“No, I can’t accept payment for what I did,” the Farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the Scottish farmer’s son came to the door of the family hovel.
“Is this your son?” Asked the nobleman.
“Yes,” the farmer replied.
“I’ll make you a deal,” the nobleman began, “Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the son is anything like his father, he’ll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.” The farmer thought about this for a moment then agreed.
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’s son? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son’s name? Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said, “What comes around goes around.”
I like pigs,
Dogs look up to us,
cats look down on us
but pigs, treat us as equals.
Sir Winston Churchill
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