worth reading

This is  worth reading and re reading, even if you have already read it once.
   As always
   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 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,
    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.*