There was a poor Scottish farmer. His name was fleming. 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 manure, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the boy from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. 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 any 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 hut. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly. "Ok I' ll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my son will enjoy. If the boy is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.
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.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the swamp was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman was Lord Randolph Churchill.
His son was Sir Winston Churchill.
MORAL:What goes around comes around. Work like you don't need the money.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
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