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

It is not always what you wear, but how you feel and what kind of person you are. This is precisely why I started a AFFORDABLE personal shopping business, when a woman looks their best, they feel their best. Bravo to the Stanford family.


Mr and Mrs Leland Stanford

Mr.Leland Stanford, was the Governor of and the US senate of and from California and a multi-millionaire, railroad tycoon, and his wife, Mrs. Jane Stanford, founded the university in 1891 in memory of their son, Leland Stanford Jr. Their son passed away before he turned 16 years old. The moral of the story.

One thought on “The Moral to the Story

  1. Adriana

    wow! Can’t believe this happened? Although I know these kind of things happen all of the time. Thank you for sharing!! I hope this humbles and cuts away at the pride we may have within ourselves when potentially passing judgement on others.

    Great moral!


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