05 April 2014

What Pakcik received  (Pt 6) – Would it ever come around?

Acknowledgement: 
Thank you Nik

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Want it back. It Does work

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer.
One day, while tryiI ng 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.




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9 comments:

kaykuala said...

Dear Pakcik,
Yes, what had happened normally comes around again. All good things take a second shot at a later stage to benefit the benefactor. You may wish to take a look here(it's about Nabil):

http://imagery77.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-cat.html

Hank

Abu Ikhlas said...

Dear abang Al,
can I call you abang al?. Anyway thanks for you comment n really appreciate that. Yes I committed with my hobbies and work. My philosophy is di mana ada kemahuaan di situ ada jln. I wish I can meet you. Pls contact me at nisabalqis@yahoo.co.uk. ... talk to you again. Make doa for me. Btw your sweet name please.... After browse your sweet blog than I realised that I need to call you uncle. This is my hp no 019 2466565. Masnoor saad and my id for my facebook is the same

Al-Manar said...

Hank,

What you said is very true, writing from imagination or reality. That seems to be the secret one has to accept from the start. I had better stay on writing prose.

Keep at it Hank. You have so much energy to compose and post daily.

Al-Manar said...

Abu Ikhlas,

Thank you for dropping in and giving me your contact. Of course I will contact you - no promise when!

Salaam from Pakcik

Abu Ikhlas said...

Thanks uncle for replying my message. Terasa uncle just like my new daddy taking care of me. I will be so delighted to met you one day....

Aziela said...

Salam Pak Hassan,

Thus, we have to be sincere in our actions. Our deeds and intentions has to be pure. Whether it will be repaid or not, it's just not our business to question.

A lovely story, Pak Hassan.

Al-Manar said...

Aziela,

WaalaikmSalaam,

I wish I see more of you around. Unfortunately I have nothing to write on eating places, good dishes etc, my weakness - other than nasi dagang.
Hope all is well with you and family.

Anonymous said...

Thank you Pakcik for sharing such a wonderful story. How come I do not know Sir Alexander? It really proofs how bad I am as a medical student. I really need to read more and more.
lots of love, Azmiera.

Al-Manar said...

Azmiera,

I really find it hard to believe that in yiur position you do not know who Alexandar Fleming is. Every school children in my time would tell you that. Google about him and ask some of your friends, and do not forget one or two of your tutors.