Change: Does it matter who I am? Part 1

It has been a struggle the past few months (shucks!) to update my blog. It’s like I took a vacation from blogging, but a meaningful vacation as I spent most of my time surfing… surfing on the internet and reading other people’s blogs and articles. During my vacation, I had the perfect vantage to learn more about myself. I do not know about you, but I value self-knowledge. I came across a wonderful text on a blog written by my professor and I am glad I did. I will be writing a series of reflective posts on the matter of identity and how that ties with creating a positive (and/or negative) change in one’s life, family, community, town, province, country, continent, world, universe, and beyond. This is not an easy matter, therefore I kindly ask for your opinions as I progress through this series. Does it matter who I am to create or promote change?

Here goes the story:

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 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, he 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?

The name of the nobleman?
Lord Randolph Churchill.

His son’s name?
Sir Winston Churchill.