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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 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.

“Maybe if they just see you for a few minutes, they’ll leave,” she told
him. 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 who 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, Stanford University,  a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer
cared about.

Lesson: You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who
can do nothing for them or to them.