That’s how Mildred went through life. I remember when I read her Christmas letter years ago, it was filled with little stories about her travels in which, in each incident, she swopped in and saved the situation. One I clearly remember was about a week long masterclass she was teaching in California. According to her, one of the students was a girl who had just gotten a job playing harp at a hotel in las Vegas, but who only knew three tunes. Mildred got to work on her and by the end of the week the girl knew 17 tunes. I would love to hear the girl’s version of that story.