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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 over 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 cottage.
An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the
father of the boy whom 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,
refusing the offer.
At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes it is," 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 can both 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'd been 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.
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
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