Sometimes it survived by teaching you how to become someone who could dream again.… Ten years ago, Susie had wanted to work with animals. She had been the kind of child who stopped to examine beetles on the pavement and could spend an hour watching a rabbit chew through a leaf. Her dream was to work at a forest park, somewhere among trees and cages and muddy paths, caring for animals that most people saw only on weekends. But dreams have expiration dates. Now, in her final year of high school, Susie had become obsessed with dance. Not the kind of dance she had watched on television as a child, but the tightly synchronized choreography coming out of South Korea: formations changing in fractions of a second, sharp isolations, controlled turns, rapid changes of level, and movements that demanded extraordinary coordination between the torso, pelvis, shoulders, knees, and feet. She wanted to train in Seoul. She had researched aca...