by Dianne
One stormy night many years ago, an elderly man and his wife entered the lobby of a small hotel in Philadelphia . Trying to get out of the rain, the couple approached the front desk hoping to get some shelter for the night.“Could you possibly give us a room here?” the husband asked. The clerk, a friendly man with a winning smile, looked at the couple and explained that there were three conventions in town.“All of our rooms are taken,” the clerk said. “But I can’t send a nice couple like you out in the rain at one o’clock in the morning. Would you perhaps be willing to sleep in my room? It’s not exactly a suite, but it will be good enough to make you folks comfortable for the night.”The couple declined, thinking the clerk’s actions were far too kind. But the young man pressed on. “Don’t worry about me; I’ll make out just fine,” the clerk told them. Amazed and deeply touched, the couple agreed to stay the night.As he paid his bill the next morning, the elderly man said to the clerk, “You are the kind of manager who should be the boss of the best hotel in the United States . Maybe someday I’ll build one for you.”The clerk looked at the couple and smiled. The three of them had a good laugh.As they drove away, the elderly couple agreed that the helpful clerk was indeed exceptional, in a world filled with selfish people, finding someone who was both friendly and truly helpful was indeed rare.Two years passed. The clerk had almost forgotten the incident when he received a letter from the old man. It recalled that stormy night and enclosed a round-trip ticket to New York , asking the young man to pay them a visit.The old man met him in New York , and led him to the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street . He then pointed to a great new building there, a palace of reddish stone, with turrets and watchtowers thrusting up to the sky.“That,” said the older man, “is the hotel I have just built for you to manage.”“You must be joking,” the young man said.“I can assure you that I am not,” said the older man, a sly smile playing around his mouth.The old man’s name was William Waldorf Astor, and the magnificent structure was the original Waldorf-Astoria Hotel.The young clerk who became its first manager was George C. Boldt.
