There was a man named Fleming who 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 from the bog 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.




Someone once  said: What goes around comes  around.