Hi Marina and All 

Lovely story which I got excited about (some time ago) partly as Alexander 
Fleming was born in the same village as my 
grandmother in Ayreshire in Scotland. 

Unfortunately my son disabused me of this reflected glory by pointing out that 
was a well spun hoax. <smile> 

See this: http://www.snopes.com/glurge/fleming.htm 

Go well 

Alan 
Hong Kong 
  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: Тясто Марина В. 
  To: [email protected] 
  Sent: Monday, March 20, 2006 10:38 PM
  Subject: Re: Irish Luck


  Dear Harrison,

  Just I read your story about OST found on the bottom of two Martinis and your 
note about penicilline found on the dirty dishes and at that moment a letter 
from a friend came with this wonderful story. Please read it and a happy 
friendship week! Good luck,

  Marina



    Subject: Irish Luck - Remember to send it back!,



    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.


    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.







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