Bit of light relief.....This is a true story.....
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 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 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 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.
Just shows....What goes around, comes around
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 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 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 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.
Just shows....What goes around, comes around