>A Story >>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 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 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. >>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. >>It's National Friendship Week. >>Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. Pass this on, and brighten >>someone's day. >>Nothing will happen if you do not decide to pass it along. The only >>thing that will happen, if you DO pass it on, is that someone might >>smile (because of you).