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This wonderful true story was sent by Geoff of Blue Suede Rock 'n' roll Club, Perth, Western Australia 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 take him and give him a good education.    If  the lad is anything like his father, he'll grow to be a man you can be proud of." And that he did.    In time, Farmer 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?   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. It's National Friendship Week, so send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. Pass this on, and brighten someone's day.    Nothing will happen if you do not decide to pass it along.    The only thing that will happen, if you DO pass it on, is that someone might smile because of you).    Happy friendship week everyone!

100 days 100 stories The ABC (Australian Broadcasting Corporation) is the largest radio & television network in Australia, broadcasting a wide range of programs through over 400 radio stations throughout the Country... Melbourne radio station (3LO 774) invited contributions about people's personal Melbourne 1956 Olympic Games memories... 3LO is the 'highest rating' radio station in the ABC network... -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  - The ABC chose 100 stories - and as the Olympic Torch made it's 100 day journey through Australia, they broadcast one of these stories each day leading up to the Sydney Olympics, throughout the ABC Australian network (the 400+ radio stations)... The main ABC website is at:  ABC Online... The 3LO774 website is at:  ABC Local Radio 774 Melbourne... The ABC website for this project is at:  15 Minutes of Flame... The ABC was the official non-commercial broadcaster of the 2000 Olympic Games - website is at:  Sydney Olympics 2000 Ray sent in the following personal experience: A brief story - circa 1956... I was 14 years of age in year 10 (Intermediate) at Heidelberg Technical College… Heidelberg Tech was located a little over 1/2 mile from the Olympic Village… It was late November through early December and our exams were completed… Each day we went to school, were marked off the roll - and because it was our last year there, the teachers weren't too concerned with what we did (as long as we 'behaved' ourselves)… We had been 'hanging around' the Olympic Village very frequently during the construction period, and as a consequence, knew our way around quite well… Almost every day leading up to and during the Games, three friends and myself would walk down to the Village, and then around to one of the rear boundaries adjacent to Darebin Creek… We'd lift up the chain-wire fence and let ourselves in where we'd previously loosened the wire, dug a small ditch and 'camouflaged' our entry point)… We would spend the days wandering around the Village in our school uniforms… We'd be talking to athletes from all over the world…    getting heaps of autographs, souvenir pins, badges…    (wish I knew what happened to all that great stuff)… The security people got to know us and 'turned a blind eye' - although we had to make ourselves a new 'entrance' at one time when they discovered our original one… I remember them laughing and joking with us when they couldn't find our new entry… I very much doubt that our shenanigans could ever be repeated - security provisions in Sydney will probably be just a 'little' more stringent than they were 44 years ago in Melbourne… It was a long time ago, but I still recall how absolutely friendly everyone was… I guess that's why people still refer to Melbourne as the "friendly games"… From our perspective  -  an accurate historical description... thanks to dave & donna for the  use of 1956 melbourne olympics postage stamp

***  STOP PRESS  *** Wow  -  what a "buzzzzzzz"... Ray's story was one of the 100 chosen by the ABC for broadcasting... The ABC requested Ray to go to their studios to record his "100 Days, 100 Stories" recollection of Melbourne's Olympic Games... ***  UPDATE  1  *** Ray recorded his story at the Melbourne Southbank studios of the ABC on Wednesday 26 April...