Courtesy of Mary Kearl
It was December 2010, and the English language learning program where I was a volunteer in Queens, New York, was hosting a party for graduates and volunteers. One of the students I'd been helping practice his conversational skills, who was around my age, asked me to dance. Feeling intimidated in a room full of people who seemed to move effortlessly in time with the music, I said no. My dad, who was also a volunteer, encouraged me to go back and dance anyway.
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