Archive for September 20, 2007

A Glass Of Milk

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay
his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he
was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.
However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the
door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought
he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it
slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?” “You don’t owe
me anything,” she replied. “Mother has taught us never to accept pay
for a kindness.” He said…”Then I thank you from my heart.” As
Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but
his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give
up and quit.

Year’s later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors
were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called
in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called
in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she
came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and
went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his
doctor’s gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He
went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save
her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case. After a
long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business
office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, and
then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room.
She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her
life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her
attention on the side of the bill. She read these words… “Paid in full
with one glass of milk”

A Fascinating 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 of
Harvard’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 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 was not 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, and 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 easily judge the character of others by how they treat
those who can do nothing for them or to them.”