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Irish Blessings
Irish Blessing 
- May we live in peace without weeping.
- May our joy outlive the lives we touch without ceasing.
- And may our love fill the world, angel wings tenderly beating.
Irish Blessing
- Bless you and yours
- As well as the cottage you live in.
- May the roof overhead be well thatched
- And those inside be well matched.
An Irish Friendship Wish
- 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.
What goes around, comes around
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.
- It's National Friendship Week. Send this to everyone you consider A FRIEND.
- Pass this on, and brighten someone's day.
Source: sent to us in e-mail by a friend. We understand that this story of Fleming and Churchill is an urban myth and cannot be proved. In spite of that, we like it so much we're going to leave it here anyway.
All stories teach us something, and promise us something, whether they're true or invented, legend or fact. -- Stewart O'Nan
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Page updated: October 02, 2017
