True Story……

Ek het die mail sopas gekry.  Dis so striking dat ek dit sommer hier pos – gedagte van die week dalk??


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.

“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 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, but 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.”

—– by Malcolm Forbes

Hoop julle het ‘n heerlike week….

Liefde groetetjies



1 Response so far »

  1. 1

    applekie said,

    My Ma,

    My ma is die wonderlikste mens op aarde,
    Sy het my mooi groot gemaak met haar warm liefde.
    Wanneer ek alleen was, was sy daar vir my,
    en wanneer ek iemand nodig gehad het om mee te praat,
    kon ek op haar staatmaak.

    Ek is baie dankbaar ma,
    om ‘n perfekte ma soos jy te hê.
    Ek skryf hierdie gedig net vir jou,
    Sonder rym, want dit kom uit my hart.

    Vir 9 maande lank het jy my gedra,
    voor my ogies nog lig gesien het,
    En vir 15 jaar lank het jy my groot gemaak,
    Baie het ek van jou af geleer.

    Ek se vir jou baie dankie,
    meer dankies as wat enige iets kan beskryf.
    Baie dankie, dat jy my as ‘n goeie dogter groot gemaak het,
    en my nie net vir die wolwe daar buite gelos het nie.
    Dankie, dat jy my geleer het van gevare daar buite,
    en nou weet ek om versigtig te wees.
    Dankie, dat jy altyd daar vir my is,
    en dat ek op jou kan staat maak.
    En so se ek dankie, vir alles wat jy vir my doen,
    Ek waardeur dit meer as wat enige iemand dit kan beskryf.

    Mamma, ek is baie lief vir jou,
    en ek weet jy is vir my.
    Dankie dat ma my die persoon wat ek vandag is gemaak het.
    Ek sal graag in ma se spore wil trap,
    om eendag vir my kinders ook so perfekte ma te wees!

    MWAH, lovies jou…. Jou dogter … Applekie

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