There, stuck up to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Fleming sprung into action and saved the boy from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse farm. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming saved the day before.
"I want to repay you for saving my son's life," said the nobleman.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
Farmer Fleming agreed to this arrangement and his son, as promised, attended the very best schools in England and ultimately graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London. He went on to become known throughout the world as Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Unfortunately this story doesn’t end here, for you see years later, the nobleman's son – the boy who got stuck in the bog and was saved by Sir Fleming's father - was stricken with pneumonia and nearly died. What saved his life this time was a new miracle drug called Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman who paid for the education of farmer Fleming's son was Lord Randolph Churchill ... His son, the boy who fell in the bog and later nearly died from pneumonia, was Sir Winston Churchill.
Maybe it’s true? What goes around comes around.