The Reward That Keeps On Giving

His name was Fleming and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to eke out a living, he heard a cry from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in muck, was a 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 that 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 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. The farmer’s son graduated from St. Mary’s Medical School in London, and went on to become the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the nobleman’s son (the one rescued from the bog) was stricken with pneumonia and was saved by Penicillin. The nobleman’s son’s name? Sir Winston Churchill.

You never know what effects you’ll have on the world tomorrow by your actions today.

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