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 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.
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
and Dance like nobody's watching
