Greetings...

To all my fellow ladies & gentlemen, boys & girls, kudikarens & kudikarees....greetings!

The past week has been a very interesting. Lots of eating and drinking, meeting a lot of new people (or rather characters!), exploring new lands, hehehe, etc. Anyway, it has been fun. Sad that it all had to end. Now it is back to work and getting ready for a whole new year. It is strange, but I just feel that the year has begun for me. I know that it has been almost half a year, but for me, 2007 has only begun. I've got a lot more to do this year. I'll have to achieve something more than just a Law degree.

As always, I have a new story to post. This article was written by an anonymous writer. The story below should always remind us that whenever we see someone in need, never ever do you walk away from them. For they may not only return the favour to you one day, but someone more important or precious in your life may reap the benefits of your earlier done good deed - if you did not understand it, just read it again. So the message this week is, HELP! Help whenever you can help. Do not expect anything in return. For when you do, and when it does not come, you will be hurt and you will be hurt for a long time. So, just help.

Sowing A Good Example

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 (slimy river bed). He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck (quick sand), was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the boy from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotman’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 Farmer Fleming replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer’s own son came to the door of the family shack.

“Is this your son?” the nobleman asked. “Yes,” the farmer replied proudly. “I’ll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education. If the boy is anything like his father, he’ll grow up to be a man you can be proud of.”

And that he did. Fleming’s son 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 nobleman’s son was stricken with pneumonia. What saved him? Yes, you guessed it, Penicillin. The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son’s name? Sir Winston Churchill.