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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 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.

May there always be work for your hands to do;

May your purse always hold a coin or two;

May the sun always shine on your windowpane;

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;

May the hand of a friend always be near you;

May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

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Nice one JV :D

Thanks for sharing.

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Another story that gave me goose bumps!

Where do you get them from Johnny?!!!! :lol: :angry:

Thanks for sharing with us. :D

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Truly amazing :)

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Another story that gave me goose bumps!

Where do you get them from Johnny?!!!!

Hope this helps explain, Afet :P

"Goose Bumps

You've had goose bumps surely, haven't you? But how do you get goose bumps?

Goose bumps are a temporary local change in the skin. The chain of events leading to this skin change starts with a stimulus such as cold or fear. That stimulus causes a nerve discharge from an involuntary portion of the nervous system called the sympathetic nervous system. The nerve discharge causes contraction of little muscles called the arrectores pilorum (the hair erector muscles). Contraction of these muscles elevates the hair follicles above the rest of the skin. And it is these tiny elevations we perceive as goose bumps.

The words used to describe this condition are curious and colorful. "Goose bumps" are listed in the Merriam- Webster Collegiate Dictionary (as two words in the plural). The term entered English in 1933 to indicate "a roughness of the skin produced by erection of its papillae esp. from cold, fear, or a sudden feeling of excitement."

The word "gooseflesh" (written as one word or as two) is older than "goose bumps." Gooseflesh dates back to about 1810, according to the Oxford English Dictionary (OED), which defines it as "a rough pimply condition of the skin, produced by cold, fear, etc."

A fancier term (and one that only a quiz show buff could love) for this familiar phenomenon is "horripilation." Horripilation was compounded from the Latin "horrere", to stand on end + "pilus", hair = hair standing on end. (If you think "horripilation" sound horrible, you're right. The word "horrible" also came from the Latin "horrere" and referred to something that was so awfully dreadfully frightful that it made your hair stand on end!)

Medicine does not use a horrible term such as "horripilation" and rarely resorts to the commonplace words, goose bumps or gooseflesh. Medicine has a special term, "cutis anserina", that sounds like a scary dermatologic diagnosis. But it goes back to the goose again, since "cutis", skin + "anser", goose = goose skin.

Why humans ever came to need goosebumps is uncertain. Some biologists believe that goosebumps evolved as part of the fight-or-flight reaction along with heart rate increases that send the heart racing while blood rushes to the muscles to give them additional oxygen.

A similar phenomenon, bristling, in fur-covered animals may have made them look larger and more frightening and kept them warmer by increasing the amount of air between hairs which traps body heat. But in people there seems to be no practical purpose for goosebumps except, of course, to make our skin crawl!"

Thanks to http://www.medicinenet.com for the info.

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Thank you Professor Murray! :lol:

That was very enlightening. :blink:

A similar phenomenon, bristling, in fur-covered animals...

Now, perhaps you can explain what 'bristling' is actually like, Muz ??! :lol: :P

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I'll take a stab at bristling. . .Its when pets insist on playing with the broom while you're trying to sweep the floor ;)

Hey Marcus, who you calling a louse?! <_< :lol:

Muz, would you say that that's a good explanation of bristling?

Is that how you bristle?!!!! :P :lol:

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None the wiser on Goose bumps, but enjoyed Johnny's tale


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You know, it really is a great story. Unfortunately....Fleming story


No problem. Thanks for sharing. Got it as an email. To good to be true. It was a nice STORY anyway.

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Guys when I was in hospital this really cool irish hospital chaplin came in to visit; mostly they were away with the pixies (oh maybe that was me) anyway I got nothing from them but this old dude left me with this and it wasn't until i was in rehab and trying to walk that I looked back at it and it made some sort of weird sense, (by the way I liked him because he's Irish & so was my heritage) ; it goes

May the road rise to meet you

May the wind always be at your back

May the sun shine warm upon your fields

The rain fall but softly upon you

Until we meet again

May God carry you in the hollow of his hands and make your

journey be light.

May you travels be safe

And may you always find a shelter and allow the fires burn bright

An Irish Blessing

He was such a cool dude!

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