You lived a normal life. A normal job and other things like that. The only thing that disturbed all of that was that you have social anxiety. You couldn't speak to a stranger without stuttering and making a complete fool of yourself. So you mostly kept to yourself.

One afternoon and your mom came in town to visit. She was cooking some pie. When all of a sudden she noticed a moving van right across from your house. Someone was moving in. The name "Henry" on almost every single box. A few ladies came outside for a few seconds to catch a glimpse of the new guys face. Your mom suddenly had an idea.

"Hey sweetie, give a slice of this pie to the new neighbor."