 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 the 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 cannot 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 nobleman's name? Randolph Churchill. His son's
name? Sir Winston Churchill.
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