The past year has been a year of Harvard memories, beginning with the letter from the Harvard Varsity Club last summer regarding tonight’s induction, to a soccer teammate’s premature passing in the fall, to events throughout the year leading up to our approaching 15th reunion. Harvard College has left an indelible mark on my life: I met my husband, received a first-rate education, developed a deep appreciation for different personalities and cultures, forged strong friendships and have been fortunate enough to play squash and soccer, the two sports I have loved my entire life. When thinking about my four years playing Harvard Squash, I often laugh out loud remembering all the fun times. I think about all my wonderful teammates and how so many of them have become life-long friends. I think about the hours we spent training and laughing, both on court and off. I think about the coaches and our incredible winning records. We had a lot of talent on our team and the coaches made the difference. They were able to harness that talent and turn us into champions year after year. I think about the entire program that is steeped in tradition and the many Harvard players with whom I never overlapped, all of whom are proud to be part of this hallowed tradition. I remember former Harvard players making the pilgrimage back to Hemenway to play with us at practice and watch our matches. After college, the network of Harvard squash players seems to fan out like a web and keep this community of amazing people connected across generations. All these fellow alums share the same feeling of their Harvard Squash experience and all of them possess the warm and accepting ways that our coaches exemplified. We were all blessed to have coaches who acted as mentors and friends while leading and nurturing us through these character-building years. Harvard Squash truly is unique and I will always cherish being a part of that legacy. In remembering my athletic experience I would be remiss not to mention my soccer coach, Tim Wheaton, who fostered team unity while pushing us to the limit and was readily available to talk, listen and offer advice. The memories from the soccer field, the locker room and road trips are forever etched in my consciousness and the friendships from the soccer team remain strong. For example, one Tim phrase that has stayed with me for the past fifteen years when faced with a challenge of any kind is “dig deep!” And I can still hear his voice in my head yelling it across the field. While soccer has been and continues to be important, squash endures and touches nearly every aspect of my life. Harvard Squash and all that it represents has been my lighthouse and Bill Doyle the beacon to whom I owe the culminating victory of my college career. I learned from Steve Piltch the first day I set foot on campus that Hemenway was a place where I could always hang my hat and find solace amidst the ups and downs of college life. He and his predecessors, who include the legendary Jack Barnaby and Dave Fish, created a true sense of community among the men’s and women’s teams which Bill Doyle continued seamlessly when he took the coaching reins the following year. Jack and Dave remained advisors to the team during my career and were ever-present for help, instruction and encouragement. Bill and Steve led by example and possessed a wonderful spirit of competition that they combined with a spirit of sportsmanship. This is a very rare quality and I am grateful to have learned it from both coaches. I would like to thank my family and would particularly like to thank my teammates and coaches, Bill Doyle, Steve Piltch, Jack Barnaby, Chris Schutz, and Mimi Ells for all their time and friendship. I am so honored to be here and thank you with all my heart for this award.