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A good friend of mine sent me this story and I thought you would love it too: 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 much, as 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 surrounding… 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 you son?” the nobleman asked. “Yes,” the farmer replied proudly.
“I’ll make 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. I would like to go a step farther: Many a time we help somebody and feel that that person has never been grateful to us for the help we gave. We complain to friend, relative and al and sundry, telling them how we wasted our efforts and the nothing we got back in return! I have found that we are most often wrong in this. The boomerang effect works. But it works a little different; what good we get back doesn’t often come back from the person we helped initially. The good comes back from another source, another person.
How often I have given an aged person a lift here near home and have been told by my mother in America about someone who helped her! I smile and tell myself it’s the ‘boomerang effect’ at work. And how well it works, try it out..!
—Email: bobsbanter@gmail.com
By Webmaster -
November 25, 2016
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198
A good friend of mine sent me this story and I thought you would love it too: 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 much, as 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 surrounding… 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 you son?” the nobleman asked. “Yes,” the farmer replied proudly.
“I’ll make 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. I would like to go a step farther: Many a time we help somebody and feel that that person has never been grateful to us for the help we gave. We complain to friend, relative and al and sundry, telling them how we wasted our efforts and the nothing we got back in return! I have found that we are most often wrong in this. The boomerang effect works. But it works a little different; what good we get back doesn’t often come back from the person we helped initially. The good comes back from another source, another person.
How often I have given an aged person a lift here near home and have been told by my mother in America about someone who helped her! I smile and tell myself it’s the ‘boomerang effect’ at work. And how well it works, try it out..!
—Email: bobsbanter@gmail.com
