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 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.