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 the farmer had saved.
"I want to pay 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
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 that he did.
In time, the farmer's son graduated from St.
Mary's Hospital Medical School in London. He became known throughout the world as the
noted Sir Alexander Fleming (1881-1955), and shared the 1945 Nobel Prize in Physiology and
Medicine for his work on penicillin, which he discovered. He also discovered Iysozyme.
Years afterward, the nobleman's son was stricken
with pneumonia. What saved him? Penicillin. The name of the nobleman was Lord Randolph
Churchill. The name of his son was Sir Winston Churchill.
Doesn't God work in mysterious ways?