O/T , the reason why we are all here .....
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer.
> One day, while trying to eke out 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 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 name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir
> Winston Churchill.
>
> Someone once said what goes around comes around. |
