Part 22 (1/2)

”Relatives!” she exclaimed. ”Yes, I have relatives who are just waiting till I die so they can get that car. But they are not going to get it.”

”If you don't want to give it to them, you can very easily sell it to a secondhand dealer,” he told her.

”Sell it!” she cried. ”Do you think I would sell this car? Do you think I could stand to see strangers riding up and down the street in that car - that car that my husband bought for me? I wouldn't dream of selling it.

I'm going to give it to you. You appreciate beautiful things.”

He tried to get out of accepting the car, but he couldn't without hurting her feelings.

This lady, left all alone in a big house with her paisley shawls, her French antiques, and her memories, was starving for a little recognition, She had once been young and beautiful and sought after She had once built a house warm with love and had collected things from all over Europe to make it beautiful. Now, in the isolated loneliness of old age, she craved a little human warmth, a little genuine appreciation - and no one gave it to her.

And when she found it, like a spring in the desert, her grat.i.tude couldn't adequately express itself with anything less than the gift of her cherished Packard.

Let's take another case: Donald M. McMahon, who was superintendent of Lewis and Valentine, nurserymen and landscape architects in Rye, New York, related this incident:

”Shortly after I attended the talk on 'How to Win Friends and Influence People,' I was landscaping the estate of a famous attorney. The owner came out to give me a few instructions about where he wished to plant a ma.s.s of rhododendrons and azaleas.

”I said, 'Judge, you have a lovely hobby. I've been admiring your beautiful dogs. I understand you win a lot of blue ribbons every year at the show in Madison Square Garden.'

”The effect of this little expression of appreciation was striking.

” 'Yes,' the judge replied, 'I do have a lot of fun with my dogs. Would you like to see my kennel?'

”He spent almost an hour showing me his dogs and the prizes they had won. He even brought out their pedigrees and explained about the bloodlines responsible for such beauty and intelligence.

”Finally, turning to me, he asked: 'Do you have any small children?'

” 'Yes, I do,' I replied, 'I have a son.'

” 'Well, wouldn't he like a puppy?' the judge inquired.

” 'Oh, yes, he'd be tickled pink.'

” 'All right, I'm going to give him one,' the . judge announced.

He started to tell me how to feed the puppy. Then he paused. 'You'll forget it if I tell you. I'll write it out.' So the judge went in the house, typed out the pedigree and feeding instructions, and gave me a puppy worth several hundred dollars and one hour and fifteen minutes of his valuable time largely because I had expressed my honest admiration for his hobby and achievements.”