What Goes Around Comes Around !
Fleming was a poor Scottish farmer !
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He heard a cry for
help coming from a nearby bog, he 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.
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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.
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"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
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"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer.
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At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
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"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
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"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.
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Farmer Fleming's son
attended the very best schools and in time, he 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.
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Years afterward, the
same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with
pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin ! !
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The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said: "What goes around comes around."