Give, and it shall be given unto you, pressed down and shaken together and placed into your lap.

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while in the field working, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the see, mired to his waist in black muck, 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 Mr. Fleming had saved. "I want to pay 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 take him and give him a good education. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll grow to a man you can be proud of."

In time, Mr. Fleming's son graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and became known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin. Years afterwards, the nobleman's son was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved him? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.

His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.

So, the effort of an obscure Scots farmer saved the life of Sir Winston and the charitable gift of his father led to the gift of a miracle medicine that again saved the life of his son.

Whatever goes around...

Give, and it shall be given unto you, pressed down and shaken together and placed into your lap.


Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.