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 provide him with the level
of education my own son will enjoy. If the
lad is anything like his father, he'll no
doubt grow to be a man we both will be
proud of." And that he did.
Farmer
Fleming's son attended the very best
schools and in time, 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 same nobleman's son who was
saved from the bog was stricken with
pneumonia. What saved his life this time?
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.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
|
From the internet, Author
unknown, thanks Tom |
