The hours ticked away and the gallery space bustled with excitement and panic. In moments like this, I usually hide away, too nervous that my interventions to help will be unwanted, but this was different. This was the rumble of improvised hanging and cleaning and at this time I was needed. I was needed. Not one moment did I spend wondering what to do or how to help, no, I knew how to help and so I did. I even tried every type of glue in my box to attach Yasmin’s turtle shell to a magnet. Yes, I was part of this rumbling energy. Reflecting now, this show was a peak of collaboration, of bringing our skills together. I settled in that night with an expanded knowledge of the art world, and a warm appreciation for being welcomed into and becoming a valued member of a community.