I don't know if this is true, if it is then we should all get rewarded for any good acts we have done
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> > 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 strugglin
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 provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of."
And that he did. 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 bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time?
Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord
Randolph Churchill.

His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said:

What goes around comes around.

[ 06-24-2003, 04:09: Message edited by: raamw ]