What Goes Around...

Beware, for I am: Good

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What goes around comes around

His name was Fleming, and he as 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 home.

“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 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, he 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.

Pass this one, and brighten someone’s day...

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Quality vs Quantity

Beware, for I am: Blah

We have Fred! Aunt Batty went on a trip and we get to watch Fred again. He just got groomed too, so he’s all fuzzy! It’s so kawaii.

Ok. I really don’t have very much to say, because I’m tired. Just got through watching The Incredible Mr. Limpet and it was just as fun as I remember it. Great movie really, for a Warner Bro’s film and all that (j/k).

Also, I remembered something about Sam’s the other day that I’d forgotten to mention. We were going down the ‘office’ isle and I saw them. The sharpies! OMG, the sharpies...I have this thing about writing with sharpies on my calanders, ya’see. So, when I saw all 28 sharpies, I was very happy. But I cant decide whether I want the broad tip or the fine tip. And I don’t think they have the ones that have the broad tip on one side and the fine tip on the other...those are ideal. I have a red, green and black one like that and they’re great. I can cross out stuff or I can write stuff. It’s perfect! I’m gonna have to go back and see. It’d be a shame to have to buy both for one job, ya’know? In the end, I’d probably end up just buying the fine tip ones and keeping the black broad/fine tip around for crossing stuff out /shrug. At least that’s the game plan for what I do with next check. I’m so glad I get paid once a week.

Ok. I’m really tired and 6 will come early. ‘Night!

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You're a High Elf. You're arrogant and selfish --
and why shouldn't you be? You're smart, strong,
and beautiful. The world would be better if
there were more people like you. You value
wisdom and knowledge above all else.


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