When I was 23, I stepped into an adventure that I had no idea would shape a significant part of my 20s: I attended my first-ever rugby practice. I knew nothing about the sport except for the single college club match I watched live. Like anyone stepping onto the field to learn a new sport, I was nervous that I would look dumb, embarrass myself and get laughed off the field. But something unique happened – the coach sent the team to practice and spent about 30 minutes with me.