When I was a freshman at Wellesley in 1948 and coming from a rather sheltered life in the South, I met girls much smarter than I in book learning and in ways of the world. Over my four years there I learned to appreciate our differences as well as our similiarities. But through various circumstances I have appreciated also what I learned through our motto - non ministrari sed ministrare. As a Latin teacher and a preacher's wife, I have come in contact with so many young people and adults who struggle to learn, who struggle to put food on the table, who struggle to understand their importance to society. Wellesley gave me a sense of worth and a deep desire to pass along not just knowledge but also the importance of knowing who we are as individuals. After Hurricane Katrina my church was working on the Gulf Coast in a tiny community devastated by the storm, and I met a lady from Weston, MA, also a Wellesley alumna, who was there because of her desire not to be served but to serve. Two groups of Wellesley students spent their spring vacations in this tiny place most of the world had forgotten - giving their time and dedication to serving. The Wellesley Effect is present on the campus but also in the mud and destruction of a small place in South Mississippi.