Tuesday, July 7, 2015

THE GINGHAM DRESS


 
This is a true story. It saddens to know there are a lot of people like this our there.
 
Please read
 
 
 
 
A lady in a
faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun
threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston and walked
timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University
President's outer office.  The secretary could tell
in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no
business at Harvard, & probably didn't even deserve
to be in Cambridge .
 
 
'We'd
like to see the president,' the man said softly.
 
 
'He'll
be busy all day,' the secretary snapped.
 
 
'We'll
wait,' the lady replied.
 
 
For
hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple
would finally become discouraged and go away.
 
 
They didn't,
and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to
disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always
regretted.
 
 
'Maybe if
you see them for a few minutes, they'll leave,' she
said to him!
 
 
He
sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance
obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, and
he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up
his outer office.  The president, stern faced and with
dignity, strutted toward the couple.
 
 
The
lady told him, 'We had a son who attended Harvard for
one year.  He loved Harvard.  He was happy
here.  But about a year ago, he was accidentally
killed.  My husband and I would like to erect a
memorial to him, somewhere on campus.'
 
 
The
president wasn't touched.  He was shocked.
 
 
'Madam,'
he said, gruffly, 'we can't put up a statue for
every person who attended Harvard and died.  If we did,
this place would look like a cemetery.
 
 
'Oh,
no,' the lady explained quickly.  'We don't
want to erect a statue.  We thought we would like to
give a building to Harvard.'
 
 
The
president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress
and homespun suit, then exclaimed, 'A building!  Do
you have any earthly idea how much a building costs?  
We have over seven and a half million dollars in the
physical buildings here at Harvard.'
 
 
For
a moment the lady was silent.  The president was
pleased.  Maybe he could get rid of them now.  The
lady turned to her husband and said quietly, 'Is that
all it cost to start a university?  Why don't we
just start our own? '
 
 
Her
husband nodded. The president's face wilted in confusion
and bewilderment.
 
 
Mr.
and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling
to Palo Alto, California where they established the
university that bears their
name, Stanford University, a
memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.
 
 
You
can easily judge the character of others by how they treat
those who they think can do nothing for them.
 

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