His Name Was Fleming

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 swamp. He dropped his tools
and ran to the swamp. 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 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.