I’ve been there before! After transitioning from gymnastics to

cheerleading in high school, I was a rock star cheerleader--the kind where

my life revolved around sharp motions, perfecting tumbling passes, and

enjoying the glow of the Friday night lights. I’ll never forget the feeling

after hearing that familiar pop of tearing my ACL for the second time. The

feelings of pain, confusion, fear, and devastation stirred in the pit in my

stomach; the thought of yet another surgery and the rehab process filled

me with dread. After attending the first few physical therapy sessions, the

feeling of being stuck melted away into confidence in my “new knee.” A

supportive relationship with my physical therapist allowed me to discover

my own power and sparked an interest in the profession ofrehabilitation.