Arab sheikh was in hospital for heart surgery,
An and before the operation, the doctors needed to find some of his extremely rare blood type. No luck locally—so an international call went out.
Eventually, they tracked down a generous Scotsman with the same rare type. He agreed to donate without hesitation.
After the successful surgery, the sheikh was overwhelmed with gratitude. To show his thanks, he sent the Scotsman a brand-new BMW, a bag of diamonds, and a hefty wad of U.S. cash.
A few days later, the sheikh needed another surgery. The doctors called up the Scotsman again, who, once more, kindly rolled up his sleeve.
This time, after surgery, the sheikh sent him… a thank-you card and a box of Quality Street Chocolates.
The Scotsman, a bit stunned, phoned him up and said, “Hang on—last time I got a car, diamonds, and a pile of cash. Now it’s just a card and chocolates? What gives?”
The sheikh replied, “Ah, but ye see, my friend… I’ve got Scottish blood in me now.”
Eventually, they tracked down a generous Scotsman with the same rare type. He agreed to donate without hesitation.
After the successful surgery, the sheikh was overwhelmed with gratitude. To show his thanks, he sent the Scotsman a brand-new BMW, a bag of diamonds, and a hefty wad of U.S. cash.
A few days later, the sheikh needed another surgery. The doctors called up the Scotsman again, who, once more, kindly rolled up his sleeve.
This time, after surgery, the sheikh sent him… a thank-you card and a box of Quality Street Chocolates.
The Scotsman, a bit stunned, phoned him up and said, “Hang on—last time I got a car, diamonds, and a pile of cash. Now it’s just a card and chocolates? What gives?”
The sheikh replied, “Ah, but ye see, my friend… I’ve got Scottish blood in me now.”
