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<blockquote data-quote="kaushala1988" data-source="post: 10419403" data-attributes="member: 137855"><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red"><img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/yes.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":yes:" title="Yes :yes:" data-shortname=":yes:" /><img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/yes.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":yes:" title="Yes :yes:" data-shortname=":yes:" /><img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/yes.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":yes:" title="Yes :yes:" data-shortname=":yes:" />meka mata aapu e mail ekak</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Red">repost nam sory..... </span></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>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</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>and ran to the bog.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>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.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>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.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>'I want to repay you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my son's life.'</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>'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.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>'Is that your son?' the nobleman asked.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>'Yes,' the farmer replied proudly.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>'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.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>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 <span style="color: Green">Alexander Fleming</span>, the discoverer of <span style="color: Purple">Penicillin</span>.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>What saved his life this time? Penicillin.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill .. His son's name?</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong><span style="color: DarkOrange">Sir Winston Churchill</span>.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>Someone once said: What goes around comes around.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong><span style="color: DarkRed">Work like you don't need the money</span>.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong><span style="color: Green">Love like you've never been hurt</span>.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong><span style="color: DarkSlateGray">Dance like nobody's watching.</span></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong><span style="color: Sienna">Sing like nobody's listening.</span></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong><span style="color: Magenta">Live like it's Heaven on Earth</span>.</strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong></strong></span></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="kaushala1988, post: 10419403, member: 137855"] [SIZE=5][COLOR=Red]:yes::yes::yes:meka mata aapu e mail ekak repost nam sory..... [/COLOR][/SIZE] [B][SIZE=7][B]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 [COLOR=Green]Alexander Fleming[/COLOR], the discoverer of [COLOR=Purple]Penicillin[/COLOR]. 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? [COLOR=DarkOrange]Sir Winston Churchill[/COLOR]. Someone once said: What goes around comes around. [COLOR=DarkRed]Work like you don't need the money[/COLOR]. [COLOR=Green]Love like you've never been hurt[/COLOR]. [COLOR=DarkSlateGray]Dance like nobody's watching.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Sienna]Sing like nobody's listening.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Magenta]Live like it's Heaven on Earth[/COLOR]. [/B][/SIZE][/B] [/QUOTE]
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