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Stanford Story:
( There
are several versions of this legendary tale. We like this one
the best.)
And now for the rest of the story.........
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 president's outer
office at Harvard.
The secretary could see that
the people were not from Boston, and probably didn't even deserve
to be in Cambridge. She frowned. "We want 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 to do.
"Maybe if they just see
you for a few minutes, they'll leave," she told him. And
he sighed in exasperation and nodded.
Someone of his importance obviously
didn't have the time to
spend with them, but he detested gingham dresses and Homespun
suits cluttering up his outer office.
The president, stern-faced with
dignity, strutted toward the couple. The lady told him, "We
had a son that attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard.
He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally
killed. And 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
plant at Harvard".
For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased.
He could get rid of them now.
And the lady turned to her husband
and said quietly, "Is that all it costs to start a University?
Why don't we just start our own?"
Her husband nodded. The president's
face wilted in confusion and bewilderment.
And Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford walked away, traveling to Palo
Alto, California where they established the University that bears
their name, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared
about.
You can't judge a book
by the cover....
Don't look at people with your eyes.... |