Irish Luck

Editor's Note:  Sent to me via e-mail, original source unknown.  Before you read this understand, I don't believe in luck as a curse or a blessing.  Good things follow good living, and vise versa.  However, time and circumstance befall us all.  Luck is just happenstance, sometimes its good and sometimes it isn't.  If we wish for serendipity in our lives, we have to put ourselves in a position for it to happen.  However, this is a story where good character brought about more than good results, and the story is worth repeating.   RK

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.  IT WAS ACTUALLY SULFA.

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.

It's National Friendship Week Send this to everyone you consider A FRIEND.

Pass this on, and brighten some ones day.

AN IRISH FRIENDSHIP WISH: I hope it works...

• May there always be work for your hands to do;
• May your purse always hold a coin or two;
• May the sun always shine on your windowpane;
• May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
• May the hand of a friend always be near you;
• May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.and may you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you're dead.

 OK, this is what you have to do.... Send this to all of your friends. But - you HAVE to send this within 1 hour from when you open it! Now.....Make A wish!! I hope you made your wish! Now then, if you send to:

• 1 person --- your wish will be granted in 1 year
• 3 people --- 6 months
•  5 people --- 3 months
•  6 people --- 1 month
•  7 people --- 2 weeks
•  8 people --- 1 week
•  9 people --- 5 days
•  10 people --- 3 days
•  12 people --- 2 days
• 15 people --- 1 day
• 20 people --- 3 hours
• If you delete this after you read it, you will have 1 year of bad luck!
• But, if you send it to 2 of your friends, you will automatically have 3 years good luck!!