very interesting story … read on 🙂
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.
- that your son? the nobleman asked.
- Yes, the farmer replied 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.