Dare, Dream, Do: Remarkable Things Happen When You Dare to Dream

INTRODUCTION

I sincerely doubt that anyone who knew me as a child or even a teenager would classify me as a dreamer. I certainly didn’t see myself as one.

The oldest of four children, I grew up in San Jose, California, long before San Jose was Silicon Valley. At age eighteen, I enrolled in college with plans to major in music but with no real sense of what I would do after graduation, other than anticipating I would eventually marry and have children.

By the time I graduated nine years later (I’d left school for three years to make money and do missionary work in South America) I had married. Upon graduation, and two years into our marriage, my husband and I moved to New York City so he could study molecular biology at Columbia University. ...