I like positivity. In search of it, I tend to subscribe to newsletters online from anyone I think is good at spreading positive thoughts and messages. I recently subscribed to Kickstart - published by Martin Avis. Today, this is what he posted....................
My daughter just sent me one of those emails that you
are supposed to send on to all your friends. I never do
send them on and think that whole 'if you break the
chain you'll get bad luck' is horrible.
However, the story in the email did appeal to me so
I'll reproduce it here. Without the warnings about not
sending it on!
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
"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
"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.
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.
[Note from Martin: The above story is a complete load
of nonsense. Fleming did grow up on a remote Scottish
farm, but he went to London to study at age 14 because
his older brother (a doctor) was already there. There
is no evidence that anyone outside his family paid his
way. Winston Churchill was struck down with pneumonia
but was treated with drugs completely unrelated to
Don't believe everything you read in emails!]
Insert by Jac - snopes.com dispels these fake stories, lol!
Where's the *inspirational thought?*, I hear you ask. I'll post that tomorrow. This is a good one though, albeit untrue and made up! Mr. Jac says *food's ready, go have your shower*, lol, so I'll cut this one short.........