A speech therapist helped. But, the real help was my Gran putting me door to door getting customers for her delivery district. I remember those first days doing that… I went the door and tapped ever so gently – then Gran gave two taps on her car horn. Someone would answer the door and I'd show them Gran's note about her new customer deal. No one ever said no to the little fiery haired, freckled face cherub that was me back then. Everyone was so kind and many of them would try so hard to make me laugh. After two summers of that, my stammer was all but gone.