Once there lived a poor Scottish farmer, his name was Fleming. One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry from a nearby wet muddy ground. He dropped his tool and ran to that bog. There, he saw a terrified boy stuck to his waist in that black muck. He was screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the boy from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the farmer’s meager surroundings. An elegantly-dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy, Fleming has 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 home. ‘Is that your son?’ the nobleman asked. ‘Yes,’ the replied proudly. ‘I’ll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education. If the boy is like his father, he’ll grow into a man you can be proud of.’
And that he did. In time, Fleming’s son graduated from St Mary’s Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin. Years afterward, the nobleman’s son was stricken with pneumonia. And what saved him? Penicillin. The name of the noble man was Lord Randolph Churchill, and his son’s name was Sir Winston Churchill.
Source | Binary Mag
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