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 run
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 scottman'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's
small and humble house.
"Is this 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 be 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 he went on
to become known throughout the world as
the noted Sir Alexander Fleming as the
discoverer of Penicillin. Years
afterwards, 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
1. Work like you don't need the money.
2. Love like you've never been hurt
3. Dance like no one's watching.
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