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."
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.
I do hope you enjoyed reading this story, thanks for
your. Till met met again remain blessed.
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