After seeing the movie, Dead Poets Society, in 1989, I quit my corporate career of 20 years to pursue my dream and open an art gallery in Sonoma CA. Six months after opening, Mr. Williams came into my gallery. I was flabbergasted and could hardly speak. We was very kind and bought many items. We visited on him being the catalyst of life change. He told me that scared the hell out him and asked if I was doing okay. I thanked him for pushing me over the cliff. Upon leaving he promised to return. The next day he did return and he was carrying a black coat with him. He handed it to me and it was a letter jacket style coat with "dead poets" emblazoned on the right breast. It was his crew jacket from the filming of the movie. He told me that it was hanging in his closet but felt like it belonged to me! With tears I thanked him and told he that he couldn't know what it meant to me. He smiled and said that he did. He visit and act of kindness was validation for a huge life risk. I will remember him as Robin the Archangel. I have since relocated my gallery to Bigfork, Montana. Robin's jacket is quietly hung behind my desk to remind me to follow my dreams.