Thursday, September 1, 2011

Irish Blessing

A few months ago, a long time friend sent me this story of a Scottish farmer who became a Hero. As frequently occurs, it is usually an unknown person, and name unrecognizable who unwittingly becomes a “Hero”. I share with you a few incidents...with surprising outcomes!

True Heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic.
It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost,
but the urge to serve others at whatever the cost.”
(Arthur Ashe)

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 terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings.
An elderly 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 afterwards, 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.”
(Author unknown)

Merle Baird-Kerr
written August 25, 2011


  1. Merle... You have touched my heart with this story. Its very touching and me being a retired Registered Nurse studied it in nursing school. How lovely to put it on your Blog for all to see again and realize that what really goes around truly comes around !
    Thankyou , Sherrie xo

  2. When I first read it, sincerely decided to share with readers.The incident was unknown to me! Many of my writings are from personal experiences...however, there are others who have a rewarding story to tell which is what LIFE is all about...and we deal with situations that arise. Tomorrow's posting is truly about an "unknown Canadian" who contributed much to Christian endeavors.
    Thank your Sherrie for your impressionable comments.