one good story
I really meant to write into my blog last night. But the Internet was down, so no luck there. Things are going very well here in LA. So here is a good story. I decided to donated some money to a charity organization. All done via check. And about 2 weeks later (today), I decide to close my old bank account in Seattle. After having done so, I log onto my online account to see how much money was left in the account. I come to realize that the check of the Non For Profit Organization had not cleared yet. Oh my gosh. So I decide to donate a few bucks and then write a bad check. How much worse could it possibly get. After hours on the phone (literally), I finally gound out that the check cleared this afternoon and just was not posted on the web yet. Thank the lord. Life goes on now. I can look at myself in the mirror again.
Here is another neat story that Natilee send me today. I am not one to post random stories for the selected readers of my blog, but this one stood one. I think you will like it. It’s a good one. And hopefully you will walk away with something. I sure did.
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 back 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 our 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 University 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.