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.
>
> 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.