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A True Story

 

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 be 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.

Work like you don't need the money.

Love like you've never been hurt.

Dance like nobody's watching.