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06/16/2026

"She had been swimming competitively for only 4 years when someone dared her to do the impossible.

It was a casual conversation. A group of friends, trying to come up with the most outlandish athletic goal they could imagine, suggested it as a prank.

"Swim across all 5 Great Lakes in one summer." They laughed. It was a joke.

Vicki Keith went home, bought a map of the Great Lakes, and nailed it to her living room wall. She drew a line across each lake. Then she said out loud, "I can do this."

Summer, 1988. Ontario, Canada.

The experts didn't agree. When word got out about her plan, veteran marathon swimmers and coaches lined up to explain why it was physically impossible.

"You can't do that many ultra marathons in a 2-month period," they said.

The human body doesn't recover fast enough. The lakes are too cold, too unpredictable, too vast. Lake Superior alone could swallow entire countries.

Vicki Keith heard all of this. She went to the water anyway.

She was 27 years old. She already held 16 world records in marathon swimming. She had already crossed Lake Ontario twice - including the first-ever double crossing, 95 kilometers in 56 hours.

She had also swum 12 miles of open-water butterfly stroke. Not freestyle - butterfly, the hardest stroke in competitive swimming, the one that looks exhausting just to watch.
Nobody swam butterfly in open water. Vicki Keith did.

July 2, 1988.

She enters Lake Erie. The crossing takes 20 hours. She climbs out of the water, rests, recovers, and gets back in.

Lake Huron, 47 hours. Lake Michigan, 48 hours.

Then Lake Superior - the coldest, deepest, most ruthless of all 5 lakes. After a summer storm, the water temperature drops to 15 degrees Celsius.

Waves crest at 3 meters. The conditions are dangerous enough that her support crew discusses pulling her out. Vicki Keith keeps swimming.

Lake Superior takes 14 hours.

She is 4 lakes in. 1 to go.

August 30, 1988.

She enters Lake Ontario - the lake she knows better than any swimmer alive. 32 hours later, she climbs out of the water.

In 61 days, she has crossed all 5 Great Lakes, Lake Erie, Lake Huron, Lake Michigan, Lake Superior, and Lake Ontario. She is the first person in history to do it.

Here's what makes it worse, she didn't do any of it for herself.

From the very beginning, the Great Lakes swims were a fundraiser for Variety Village - a sports and fitness centre in Toronto dedicated to young people with physical disabilities.

For every stroke of every crossing, she was asking Canadians to support children who couldn't always find places in sport built for them.

The country had watched all summer. And when she finally climbed out of Lake Ontario, something shifted.

People who had doubted her started writing cheques. Corporations pooled donations. Regular families sent what they could. Just 2 weeks after her final crossing, Vicki Keith had raised over $300,000. By the end of 1988, the total had climbed to $548,000 - all of it going directly to programs and facilities for children with physical disabilities.

Over the years that followed, she kept swimming. She kept fundraising. In 2005 - at the age of 44 and out of retirement - she spent 63 hours and 40 minutes in Lake Ontario swimming 80.2 kilometers entirely in butterfly stroke, setting 2 more world records and raising an additional $260,000 for the Kingston Family YMCA.

Her lifetime fundraising total crossed $1 million. Over $600,000 of that went directly toward the construction of specialized pools at Variety Village - pools designed for children with physical disabilities, children who needed water and access and someone who believed they could compete.

After retiring from competition, Vicki Keith didn't stop. She became a volunteer coach - first at Variety Village, then at the YMCA of Kingston.

She has coached swimmers with cerebral palsy, amputations, and other physical disabilities to Canadian championships and international Paralympic-level competition. She once coached Ashley Cowan - a quadruple amputee - across Lake Erie at the age of 15.

She holds 16 world records. She has been inducted into the International Swimming Hall of Fame and the Terry Fox Hall of Fame. She was appointed to the Order of Canada. A headland in Toronto was officially named Vicki Keith Point in 1998.

She once said, "I promised myself when I first got into marathon swimming that everything I'd do would be a first."

She kept that promise. Every time.

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06/15/2026

"She was 25 years old and still finishing her graduate degree when she walked into a lecture by a famous anthropologist named Louis Leakey.

Leakey had already recruited 2 women to study great apes in the wild - Jane Goodall for chimpanzees in Africa, Dian Fossey for gorillas.

He needed a third. Someone willing to go somewhere no scientist had ever truly gone.

Birutė Galdikas stepped forward.

She wanted to study orangutans. In Borneo. In the deepest, swampiest, most remote jungle on Earth.

Her professors told her it was impossible. Orangutans were too elusive, they said. Too solitary. Too hard to find.

They lived high in the canopy, far from any road, in flooded forests that could swallow a person whole.

November 6, 1971.

Birutė and her then-husband, photographer Rod Brindamour, arrived at the Tanjung Puting Reserve in Central Kalimantan, Indonesian Borneo.

They traveled a full day up the Sekonyer River by boat, accompanied by 3 Indonesian government officials and a local cook. When they arrived, they had no electricity, no running water, no communication with the outside world.

They built 2 small huts from the forest itself. They named it Camp Leakey — after the man who had believed in her when almost no one else did.

Then she walked into the jungle and waited.

For weeks, she saw nothing. Birutė learned to move differently - slowly, quietly, without sudden motion. She learned to listen for the long call, a roar that could carry more than half a mile through the trees.

She was in that forest every single day.

Christmas Day, 1971.

Seven weeks after arriving, Birutė successfully followed a wild orangutan for the first time. Her clothes were soaked through and ragged.

She later said, "Our clothes were ragged and wet. But we did it. We were there in Borneo. It was like a dream."

By the mid-1970s, she had accumulated thousands of observation hours. Before Birutė, science believed orangutans were essentially antisocial - solitary animals with no meaningful social structure.

She proved that wasn't true.

Young orangutans, she found, were actually social and playful. Adult females formed quiet, durable connections that lasted for years.

And she documented something that stunned researchers worldwide, orangutans have the longest birth interval of any mammal on Earth.

A mother raises each baby for up to 7 years before having another. A female might have only 3 or 4 offspring in her entire lifetime.

She was also the first to document that orangutans eat more than 400 types of food. They were not the simple creatures science had assumed.

Here's what makes it worse, while Birutė was making these discoveries, the forests around her were being destroyed.

By the time she arrived in 1971, logging had already begun along Borneo's outer edges. Over the following decades, palm oil plantations burned and cleared millions of acres.

Orangutan mothers were shot so their babies could be taken and sold in the illegal pet trade. Whole populations she had spent years studying were vanishing.

1986.

Fifteen years into her research, Birutė took action. She founded Orangutan Foundation International — a conservation organization dedicated to protecting what remained.

She established a rehabilitation center for orphaned and ex-captive orangutans. Baby orangutans - some just weeks old, traumatized from watching their mothers die - were brought to her.

She became their surrogate mother. She fed them by hand. She held them while they slept. Then she trained them to return to the wild.

1997.

The forest fires that swept Borneo that year were catastrophic. Fueled by illegal burning and drought, 80 orphaned orangutan infants were handed over to her program in the final months of 1997 alone. The Care Center exceeded capacity almost immediately. She expanded it. She kept going.

Over the course of her career, Birutė contributed to the release of more than 1,000 rehabilitated orangutans back into the wild. She relocated an additional 200 wild orangutans displaced by deforestation and helped protect hundreds of thousands of acres of rainforest.

Her study at Camp Leakey became the longest continuous field study of any wild mammal by a single principal investigator in the history of science - more than 50 years of daily observation, in the same forest, of the same population.

March 24, 2026.

Birutė Galdikas died in Los Angeles from lung cancer, at the age of 79.

She had outlived the skeptics. The professors who told her orangutans couldn't be studied.

She had lived through 2 marriages, 3 children, 5 decades in a swamp, and a lifetime of being less famous than she deserved. She appeared on the cover of National Geographic twice and received the Tyler Prize for Environmental Achievement in 1997.

She was born in a displaced persons camp in Wiesbaden, Germany, to Lithuanian refugee parents who had nothing. She arrived in Canada at age 2. She grew up 2 blocks from a park in Toronto, dreaming about far-off forests.

She made it to those forests. She never really left.

What she built - the research, the rehabilitation center, the conservation organization, the 50-year record - will protect orangutans long after the last tribute has been written.

Jane Goodall had chimpanzees. Dian Fossey had gorillas. The third Trimate was Birutė Galdikas. And the jungle she chose was the hardest, the wettest, the most remote of all.

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06/15/2026

"Dolores Huerta is born in 1930 in Dawson, New Mexico.

After her parents divorce, she moves with her mother and siblings to Stockton, California, where her grandfather often looks after the kids while her mother works long hours running a restaurant and hotel.

Dolores earns a teaching credential and becomes an elementary school teacher, raising her own 2 children while teaching other people's.

In the classroom, Dolores keeps noticing the same thing, many of her students are the children of migrant farmworkers, and they show up hungry, in worn-out clothes, sometimes without shoes.

She starts to feel like teaching alone isn't enough - that whatever is happening to these families needs to be fixed at the source.

She leaves teaching and throws herself into community organizing, eventually working with Fred Ross at the Community Service Organization in Stockton, registering voters and pushing for better services in Mexican American neighborhoods.

There, she meets Cesar Chavez, another organizer with the same conviction: farmworkers deserve better than what they're getting.

September 30, 1962. Dolores and Cesar found the National Farm Workers Association in Delano, California. By now, Dolores has remarried and is raising a total of 11 children, even as she takes on a national organizing role.

The conditions they're organizing against are brutal. Farmworkers in California's fields are earning as little as 70 cents an hour. As Dolores later puts it, "They didn't have toilets in the fields, they didn't have cold drinking water."

1965. Filipino farmworkers with the Agricultural Workers Organizing Committee, led by Larry Itliong, launch a strike across the grape fields of Delano.

Dolores's organization joins them, and the two groups eventually merge to form the United Farm Workers. To build national pressure, the union calls for a boycott of table grapes.

Dolores moves to New York for 4 years to lead the East Coast side of the boycott - starting with small grocery stores before taking on chains like Safeway.

Here's what makes it worse, even within her own movement, Dolores has to fight for basic recognition.

At the union's first convention, when nobody nominates her for vice president, she has to ask someone to nominate her herself. Politicians and reporters sometimes refer to her publicly as Cesar Chavez's "sidekick."

1970. After 5 years, the grape boycott forces growers to the table. The resulting contracts include the first health and benefit plans ever negotiated for farmworkers - with Dolores serving as the union's lead contract negotiator.

1975. California passes the Agricultural Labor Relations Act, the first law in the country recognizing farmworkers' right to organize and bargain collectively.

Throughout these decades, Dolores is arrested 22 times for nonviolent protest. The worst incident comes in 1988, when she is 58 years old. During a peaceful demonstration in San Francisco, police beat her so severely that several of her ribs are broken, requiring emergency surgery.

The assault is caught on camera, leads to a financial settlement, and prompts the police department to change its crowd-control policies.

1998. President Bill Clinton gives Dolores the inaugural Eleanor Roosevelt Award for Human Rights.

2012. President Barack Obama awards her the Presidential Medal of Freedom. Of her relentless drive, Cesar Chavez once said, "No march is too long, no task too hard for Dolores Huerta."

The rallying cry she helped popularize, "¡Sí, se puede!" - Yes, we can - outlived the grape boycott, the strikes, and the broken ribs, becoming a phrase chanted by movements far beyond the fields where it started.

Decades later, Dolores founds the Dolores Huerta Foundation, training a new generation of community organizers in the same Central Valley towns where she once taught school.

The schoolteacher who couldn't ignore hungry, barefoot kids in her classroom spent the next six decades making sure fewer kids had to be.

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06/15/2026

"By the late 1980s, Spencer, Iowa is a town in trouble.

The Midwest farm crisis has spent the decade gutting towns like this one.

Land values crash, interest rates spike, and across Iowa, thousands of farms that had been in families for generations go up for auction.

Storefronts on Main Street start closing, one after another.

Vicki Myron, the director of the Spencer Public Library, is living that crisis personally.

Her own family's farm is gone, her marriage is falling apart, and she's just come through a breast cancer scare.

It is, by any measure, one of the worst years of her life - and she has no idea it's about to take an unexpected turn.

January 18, 1988. It's a Monday morning, and the temperature outside reads 10 degrees below zero.

Vicki and another librarian arrive to open up and head toward the overnight book drop, where returned books pile up overnight.

Inside, buried under a stack of books, they hear a faint, muffled whimpering.

They dig through the pile of returned books and find an 8-week-old kitten underneath, filthy and so cold his paws are frostbitten.

He's so dirty everyone initially assumes he's grey - underneath, he's actually orange and white. Vicki later says simply, "His paws were frozen. We warmed him up and fed him."

The library staff decides to keep him. The vet estimates he's about 8 weeks old, so the staff arbitrarily picks a birthday for him, November 18, 1987.

They run a naming contest, expecting the usual dozen or so entries library contests normally get. Instead, 387 names pour in.

The winner, Dewey Readmore Books, a nod to the Dewey Decimal System that organizes every library in the country.

Here's what makes it worse, in the best possible way: Dewey arrives in Spencer at almost the exact moment the town - and Vicki herself - needs something to hold onto.

A half-frozen stray cat becomes the library's unofficial "Staff Supervisor," greeting visitors at the door, settling into laps, and somehow always finding the person in the room who needs him most- a lonely kid, an elderly patron, someone having a hard week.

Word spreads. First it's the local paper, the Spencer Daily Reporter, just a week after Dewey is found. Then regional television picks it up.

Then, eventually, news crews fly in from as far away as Japan to film a cat sitting in a library in rural Iowa, and a documentary airs there about him.

Dewey ends up with pen pals in England, Canada, South Africa, Belgium, and France - and by the time he's an old cat, a search for his name online turns up over 200 results, a genuinely strange thing for a small-town library cat in the early days of the internet.

The library itself, already drawing roughly 100,000 visitors a year, becomes something of a destination.

At one point, during library renovations, Dewey is taken home for 3 weeks and discovers the joy of open windows and birds. Back at the library afterward, he slips out the back door one evening - and disappears for 4 days, sending half the town searching before he's found safe.

November 29, 2006. After 19 years at the library, Dewey dies in Vicki's arms, following a diagnosis of a stomach tumor. His obituary runs in more than 250 newspapers, including The New York Times. Not long after, Vicki - who had spent more than two decades as the library's director - retires.

2008. Vicki publishes "Dewey, The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World," co-written with Bret Witter.

The publisher pays 1.2 million dollars for the rights to the story. The book spends more than 6 months on bestseller lists and eventually sells over 1 million copies worldwide, followed by a sequel and a series of children's books about Dewey's adventures.

A struggling library in a struggling farm town, on one of the coldest mornings of a brutal decade, opened a book drop and found something nobody was expecting - and for the next 19 years, an entire community built part of its identity around taking care of him, right when it needed something to take care of, too.

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06/15/2026

"Eula Hall is born in 1927 in Pike County, Kentucky, the second of seven surviving children of tenant farmers.

Her formal education ends after eighth grade - the nearest high school is more than 20 miles away, too far to reach.

As a teenager, she takes a job at a canning factory in Ontario, New York. She's sent back home to Kentucky after trying to organize her fellow workers.

Even before adulthood, Eula already knows how to make powerful people uncomfortable - a skill she would need for the rest of her life.

1970. Now in her 40s, raising children of her own, Eula is president of the Eastern Kentucky Welfare Rights Organization, helping families navigate food stamps, disability claims, and a welfare system that often seems designed to wear poor people down.

She invites a group of student volunteers to bring a health fair to Mud Creek, a tiny community in Floyd County where most families have no real access to a doctor.

The health fair, held the following year, is a success. It convinces Eula of something simple, this area needs a permanent clinic, not just a once-a-year visit.

1973. With just 1,400 dollars in donations, Eula opens the Mud Creek Clinic in the small town of Grethel, Floyd County - deep in Appalachian coal country, where black lung disease, untreated infections, and poverty are everyday realities.

The clinic runs on almost nothing. When patients can't afford their prescriptions, Eula often pays for the medication herself, out of whatever she has.

1977. The clinic partners with Big Sandy Health Care, a regional nonprofit, opening up access to federal community health funding and a wider network of doctors and specialists.

Here's what makes it worse, just as the clinic is finally gaining stability, disaster strikes. 1982. Someone burns the Mud Creek Clinic to the ground in a suspected arson attack.

Patient records, medical equipment, and medications - including the ones Eula had personally paid for - are destroyed overnight, in a community that has nowhere else to turn for care.
Eula doesn't take a single day off.

The morning after the fire, she and the clinic's doctor drag a picnic table out under a willow tree and start seeing the patients who had appointments that day.

When they realize they have no working phone, Eula convinces the phone company to run a line straight to the tree, so the clinic can keep calling in prescriptions.

Soon after, she has two old trailers welded together to serve as a temporary clinic building.

Rebuilding for real means money. The Appalachian Regional Commission offers 320,000 dollars toward a new facility - on the condition that the community raises 80,000 dollars in matching funds.

Eula goes to work. She calls a public meeting, and more than 400 people show up to pledge support. She organizes a two-day radiothon that raises 17,000 dollars. She stands in the middle of the road holding a gallon bucket, collecting donations from passing cars.

Money and support pour in from half the states in the country, and from the United Mine Workers Union.

The new clinic gets built - and keeps growing. Over the following years, it expands to include dental care, behavioral health services, optometry, and a pharmacy, eventually becoming part of a network of clinics serving five counties across southeastern Kentucky.

2006. The Kentucky General Assembly renames the highway running through Mud Creek "Eula Hall Highway" in her honor.

2011. The clinic itself is renamed the Eula Hall Health Center.

Eula keeps showing up to work there nearly every day for almost 50 years, until she dies in 2021 at age 93.

She always described herself as a "hillbilly activist" - someone who'd fight strip mines one week and a Medicaid denial the next. Of her relentless drive, a U.S. senator later says simply, "Slowing down was simply never an option."

A woman with an eighth-grade education, 1,400 dollars, and a picnic table under a willow tree built a health center that's still treating patients in Appalachia today.

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06/15/2026

"Mary Two-Axe is born in 1911 on the Kahnawà:ke reserve in Quebec, into a Mohawk community that has lived along the St. Lawrence River for generations.

1876. Long before Mary is born, Canada passes the Indian Act.

Buried inside it is a rule that will define her entire life, if a status Indian woman marries a man without status, she loses her Indian status - permanently.

She can no longer live on her reserve, own property there, or even be buried with her family when she dies.

An Indigenous man, on the other hand, faces no such penalty. If he marries a non-status woman, he keeps his status - and she gains it.

Mary marries Edward Earley, a non-Indigenous man from the United States. Like thousands of women before her, she loses her legal Indian status the moment she signs the marriage certificate.

For years, it doesn't feel urgent. She is happily married, raising children, living a full life off the reserve.

Here's what makes it worse, he law doesn't just affect women who leave. It reaches back and punishes the ones who stay connected to home — women who, after a divorce or a husband's death, try to return to the only community they've ever known, and find the door locked.

1966. One morning in Brooklyn, a close friend named Florence dies of a heart attack in Mary's arms. Florence had just been ordered to leave Kahnawake and sell her house, stripped of her right to live there because of who she'd married. Mary becomes convinced the stress of that loss helped kill her friend.

1967. Mary founds the Equal Rights for Indian Women Association and helps bring the issue before Canada's Royal Commission on the Status of Women.

1969. Mary's husband dies. She moves back toward Kahnawake - and is evicted from her own grandmother's house, because of the very law she's now fighting.

1974. Mary co-founds the Quebec Native Women's Association, widening the campaign across the province.

1975. Mary travels to Mexico City for the International Women's Year conference with 60 other women from her reserve. While there, she gets a phone call, the band council back home has served eviction notices on every one of those 60 women, giving Mary 60 days to leave the reserve for good.

She doesn't go quiet. She tells reporters exactly what's happening, on an international stage. The story makes headlines across North America. Within weeks, the eviction notices are withdrawn.

Through it all, Mary faces resistance not just from the federal government, but from male leaders within her own community, who worry that restoring women's status will threaten the reserve's land base and autonomy. "I just want my birthright back," she says.

1979. Mary receives the Governor General's Persons Case Award for her work advancing equality for women in Canada.

1982. At a First Ministers Conference, Mary is denied a formal speaking slot. When Quebec Premier René Lévesque hears about it, he gives Mary his own seat at the table.

June 28, 1985. After nearly 19 years of campaigning, Parliament passes Bill C-31, finally removing the discriminatory marriage rule from the Indian Act.

July 5, 1985. At a ceremony in Toronto, Mary becomes the first Indigenous woman in Canada to have her status formally reinstated. "Now I'll have legal rights again," she says.

The numbers are staggering. An initial 16,000 women and 46,000 of their children become eligible to reclaim status.

By 2002, more than 114,000 people across Canada have regained Indian status because of Bill C-31. In Kahnawake alone, nearly 2,000 women become eligible to come home.

Even after 1985, the fight isn't over. In 1993, at age 82, Mary rolls her wheelchair into the Federal Court of Canada to testify in support of the new law, describing for the judges how a single reserve cemetery had once been divided - one section for Catholics, one for Protestants, and one for dogs, with no place at all for women like her.

1996. Mary Two-Axe Earley dies at home in Kahnawake, the community that, for so long, the law said she didn't belong to.

She spent nearly two decades being told the rules couldn't change. Then she lived to watch over 100,000 people get their identities back - including her own.

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06/15/2026

"She is 22 years old when the job lands in her lap.

Pat Head grew up on a dairy farm in Henrietta, Tennessee, the kind of place where chores came before basketball and basketball came before almost everything else.

She played at the University of Tennessee at Martin, then made the 1976 U.S. Olympic team, winning a silver medal in Montreal.

1974. While Pat is still a graduate student, the head coach of the University of Tennessee's women's basketball team quits with almost no notice. Someone has to take over. Pat Head, who just turned 22, gets the job.

The salary: 250 dollars a month. The team has no budget for hotels, charter flights, or even a full-time practice gym of its own.

Here's what makes it worse, at the time, the NCAA doesn't even formally recognize women's basketball as a sport. There's no TV deal, no media coverage, almost no fans in the stands.

On road trips, Pat does the team's laundry herself and drives the van for hours. At least once, the team sleeps on the floor of the opposing school's gym because there's no money for a hotel.

She coaches anyway. In her first season, the team goes 16-8. The following year, she finishes her master's degree while running the program almost single-handedly.

For the next decade, Pat builds something out of almost nothing. She recruits players other programs overlook. She runs practices so hard that opposing players hear about "the look" - a stare so sharp it could make a college athlete burst into tears at center court.

In 1984, ten years into her coaching career, Pat leads the U.S. women's Olympic team to a gold medal. Two years later, Tennessee's program is starting to draw real crowds.

1987. Thirteen years after she started, the Lady Vols win their first national championship. It will not be the last.

1996. Pat earns her 600th career win, becoming only the second woman in basketball history to reach that number.

1998. Tennessee wins a third straight national title, capping a perfect 39-0 season.
By the time she's done, Pat Summitt has coached for 38 years.

Her record, 1,098 wins, 208 losses. 8 national championships. 32 conference titles. 18 trips to the Final Four. Not one losing season - not one, in nearly four decades.

At her retirement, it is the most wins by any college basketball coach in NCAA history, men's or women's.

Then, in 2011, Pat faces an opponent she can't out-coach.

August 23, 2011. At age 59, Pat Summitt announces that doctors at the Mayo Clinic have diagnosed her with early-onset Alzheimer's disease.

For a woman famous for a single icy glare that could silence a gym full of 20-year-olds, the diagnosis is brutal. Alzheimer's doesn't just take memories. It takes the sharpness, the instant recall, the total command of a room - the very things that made her Pat Summitt.
She refuses to disappear quietly.

When she tells her players the news, one of them - senior Vicki Baugh - stands up and says, "Pat, we've got your back."

Those five words become a movement. Fans, players, and strangers start wearing t-shirts with 3 words on them, "We Back Pat."

That same fall, Pat and her son, Tyler, start the Pat Summitt Foundation, dedicated to Alzheimer's research, caregiver support, and ending the silence around the disease.

In a letter to friends, she writes, "Put away your hankies. There's not going to be any pity party."

Pat coaches one final season, going 27-9, before stepping down on April 18, 2012 - 38 years after she took a 250-dollar-a-month job nobody else wanted.

Later that year, President Obama awards her the Presidential Medal of Freedom - the highest civilian honor in the country.

In 2015, the foundation helps open a dedicated Alzheimer's clinic at the University of Tennessee Medical Center, staffed with neurologists, social workers, and specialists focused entirely on patients and the families caring for them.

June 28, 2016. Pat Summitt dies at age 64, 5 years after her diagnosis. Her foundation keeps funding research and running that clinic.

She spent the first half of her career proving women belonged on the court, on equal footing with men. She spent the last years of her life proving that an Alzheimer's diagnosis doesn't have to be a secret - and that no one has to face it alone.

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