Mary Sophia Webster was born to the kind of privilege most of us dream of. She lived the exciting life of a jet-setter: a romantic elopement with an artist to Acapulco; a lavish life in London, Paris and on the Riviera; fancy cars, a yacht, and private planes. But a sense of shallowness, emptiness and dissatisfaction with relationships eventually led her to renounce her worldly possessions. By midlife, she was a barefoot and shaven sannyasin on the other side of the world from the reality of her wealthy past, keeping only enough of her inheritance to live simply and contribute to charity. Yet even here, she was unable to settle into the life she chose, finding herself at once a victim of poor living conditions, a target of deception and death threats. This plainspoken story is a chronicle of an aristocratic life turned on its head. Familiar names of America's most fortunate are scattered through the early chapters, only to fade and be obscured by the dust of southern India. This story is also a parable of the need for meaning. Mary's life challenged her to find God and her true identity.