What goes around comes around...True story

Irish  Luck!  

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.

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It is believed: 

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.