THE GINGHAM DRESS

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 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. 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.

A TRUE STORY By Malcolm Forbes 'People will forget what you said, People
will forget what you did.But people will never forget how you made them
feel'.