I’ve always admired dancers and secretly wished I could move like that—but fear and self-doubt held me back. I’ve never considered myself a good dancer, and that hesitation kept me on the sidelines. But when this opportunity with Prancing with the Stars came up—and I learned it was to support the rescue of vulnerable animals—I knew I had to step up. It pushed me out of my comfort zone and gave me the motivation to face my fears, challenge myself, and learn something completely new, all in service of a cause I deeply believe in.

 When I toured the facility, I was struck by how clean, calm, and compassionate the entire environment was. The animals weren’t stressed—they were clearly well cared for and loved. It was inspiring to see the dedication of the staff, doing such incredible work despite limited resources. That visit stayed with me. It made me want to contribute in any way I can, especially by helping raise funds to support OMHS's mission and the amazing care they provide.

My friends think it’s fantastic and have been incredibly supportive. As for my family—well, my brother was actually a professional breakdancer. So when he heard I was learning to dance, his first reaction was to burst out laughing… understandably, since he tried teaching me years ago and, let’s just say, it didn’t go well, I was pathetic, two left feet. But once he gets over the shock—and the laughter—I know he’ll be cheering me on, especially since it’s for such a meaningful cause.

I’ve been blessed with two incredible rescue dogs who’ve taught me more about courage and healing than I ever thought possible. Quinn is a jet-black King Shepherd who spent her entire life in a shelter after being rescued from a puppy mill. My home was the very first home she’d ever known. She arrived terrified, anxious, unsure of everything. But with time, patience, and quiet love, she’s slowly started to trust, to soften, and to show her beautiful spirit. Watching her transform has been one of the most powerful experiences of my life.

To help her feel more secure, I adopted a companion for her—a German Shepherd-Husky mix who had also come from a heartbreaking situation. He’s the opposite of Quinn: full of energy, affection, and a spark that lights up the room. I call them Batman and Robin—my furry caped crusaders. They’re always by each other’s side, watching each other’s backs, walking proudly with their ears up, scanning the world like little guardians of our path.