His name was Fleming, and he was a poor
Scottish farmer.
One day, while
trying to eke out 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."
said the nobleman.
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.
