Like every day, Fleming, a poor farmer from England, was working the land to support his family, when he heard someone asking for help from a nearby swamp. Immediately he released his tools and ran to that place.
There, buried to the waist in the black mud, was a terrified child, screaming and struggling to free himself from the mud.
Fleming saved the child from what could have been a slow and terrible death. The next day, a very pompous carriage arrived at the farmer's properties. An English nobleman, elegantly dressed, got out of the vehicle and introduced himself as the father of the child Fleming had saved:
- "I want to reward him," said the British nobleman. "You saved my son's life".
- "I can not accept a reward for what I did," responded Fleming, rejecting the offer, at which point the farmer's son came out the door of the house.
- "Is that your son?" the noble asked.
- "Yes," replied the farmer full of pride.
- "I'm going to propose a deal, let me take your son and offer him a good education, if he is similar to his father he will grow up to be a man of whom you will be very proud." Fleming accepted.
Over time, Fleming's son the farmer graduated from the School of Medicine at St. Mary's Hospital in London and became a well-known character around the world, the notorious Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
With a certain delay, fame finally reached Alexander, who was elected to the Royal Society in 1942, received the title of Sir two years later and, finally, in 1945, received the Nobel Prize. Alexander Fleming died in London, on March 11, 1955.
Some years later, the son of the English nobleman fell ill with pneumonia. What saved him ... Penicillin.
The name of the English nobleman? Randolph Churchill.
Your son's name?...Sir Winston Churchill.
And then they say that the little things are not important.
PS: according to various official versions of the biographers of the protagonists of this story, it may not be true, but only a false popular myth.