A little under three years ago, I was a first-year physical therapy student, and I held a human brain in my hands for the first time in gross anatomy lab. It was, by far, one of the coolest days I'd ever had. I didn't think any feeling would ever top that feeling — until I helped a college student return to her group exercise classes after a broken ankle, until I helped a retired woman learn how to walk through Target aisles after she had a brain tumor removed, and until I helped a little boy with developmental delays learn how to jump up to pop bubbles with his brothers. The only feeling that I thought that might top those feelings? The feeling that I was going to get walking across the stage to get my doctor of physical therapy degree — that is, until COVID-19 showed up and changed everyone's plans.