Well, to those who still doubt the power of the universe and how it guides us through life, I invite you to read the following short story. It starts with a man named Fleming, who was a poor Scottish farmer...
One day, while trying to make a living for his family, Fleming heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. So he dropped his tools and ran to the source of the cries. Once there, he stumbled upon a terrified young boy, who was mired to his waist in black muck...screaming and struggling to free himself.
Farmer Fleming subsequently saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to Scotsman Fleming's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy he 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.
It was 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 Farmer Fleming agreed.
As it turns out, in time, Fleming's son graduated from St.Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years after his discovery, the nobleman's son was stricken with pneumonia. What saved him? Penicillin.
And the name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.
As it is often said - "what goes around, comes around". And the case of Churchill and Fleming serves as the perfect reminder.
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