Gratitude

There was a young, poor farmer in Scotland and his name was Fleming. One day, while doing some work, so that he can get some money in order to feed his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby area. He dropped his tools and ran to the place where the noise came from. There he saw a terrified boy, who was half submerged in black swamp, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the boy from the swamp.  Had he not saved the boy, he would have died a slow and terrifying death drowning in that swamp.

The next day, a stylish carriage driven by handsome horses came and stopped in front of the poor farmers front yard.  It was very weird to see such a beautiful carriage in that surrounding.  An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved. He expressed his gratitude and said,


"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."

The Scottish farmer was amazed. 


"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," said the Scottish farmer, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came outside hearing all the noise. 


"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. 


"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.

At that moment the noble man got an idea and said,


"I'll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education. If this boy is anything like his father, he'll grow to a man you can be proud of."

And that he did become a great man. 
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. 
And What saved him? 
Penicillin. 
The name of the nobleman? 
Lord Randolph Churchill. 
His son's name? 
Sir Winston Churchill.


"Don't hesitate to help anyone at the time of crises."