I was but thirteen when all of a sudden she died, leaving me in a vacuum. She’d highlighted my ideas, colored them, expanded them, questioned them, instilled them with wonder, so, when she died, it seemed she would no more. Little by little I learned just how caringly she provided for me in her will, and in so doing, continued to nourish me. Fifty years later her benevolence enabled my dream to reveal the suffering of a shy person to come true. Over nine years I was able to learn how to write and then to publish, Brave, a Memoir of Overcoming Shyness. My goal is for every shy person in America to read it. Thank you.