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 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 afterwards, 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.
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