From the Desk of Don Slinger Issue 30

Summer 2001 CSANews Issue 39  |  Posted date : Mar 09, 2007.Back to list

HI FOLKS!

A history lesson is about to unfold. We can entitle it "You Never Know Who Might Need You Today."

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. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy screaming and trying 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 holdings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy who Farmer Fleming had saved.

"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life." "No," said the farmer. "I can't accept payment for what I did" and waved off the offer.

At that moment, the farmer's 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," said the nobleman. "Let me provide him with the level of education my son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he will no doubt grow to be a man we will both 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. He 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 was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin. The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name. You guessed it ­ Sir Winston Churchill.

Doesn't that send chills up and down your spine? What goes around comes around.

I now present you with some moving thoughts.

Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right one, we will be grateful for that gift.

The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on the porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it. It's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes their way.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to make you human and enough hope to make you happy.

God Bless!

P.S. I'll be starting a fund-raising campaign soon. Beth and our daughter Susan recently went on a bus excursion to the Windsor Casino.

P.P.S. Just think, if it weren't for marriage, men would go through life thinking they had no faults at all.