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His name was Fleming, and he was a poor
Scottish farmer. One day, 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
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.
Scottish farmer. One day, 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
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.
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