I never thought when I first joined Taekwondo, that I would ever get to where I got! I am a Black belt and if you had asked my two years ago if I thought that I would be, I would have laughed in you face and walked away. I had only joined the class because my family did and they wanted me to be physically active in something rather then sitting there and reading all the time. I was so mad at them, I couldn't get why they wouldn't leave me alone about it, then I got my belt. Taekwondo isn't just a sport, it's a protection, it a life style, it comes with oaths and lessons. Taekwondo becomes a part of you, everyday when you wake up, you think about who you are, what you belt means, the forms. With it comes pains too I've had plenty of injuries but everyone of them have made me stronger, I would feel my body acking as I got out of the bed the next day and I'd think wow, what other sports do this for you? The bonds that I've formed with my class is amazing, together we work and teach, we feel one anothers pains, we stand there strong when the time comes, and we cheer each other on!

There were times that I wanted to quit, when the pain was so great that all I wanted to do was lay there and cry, not feel anything more, but then I had my family and friends to turn to, alot of the youth in my church were in Taekwondo, and the instructor was in my ward too, so I always got great advice when I needed it.

My testing came, I was working with another girl testing and the two of us were totally patting each other on the back, any fear that one of us had, the other would smooth it over. I tell you all, I did my nine forms, I spared all the black belts (including the world champion sparer), I broke my boards with the hardest brakes on the list, and I did my 50 push-ups, now I'm going back to help others do the same. The fact that two years could change me in such away, it's amazing, but it was because I cept going that I reached this point. Never ever ever give up on something, particularly if this its something you want. I wanted that Black Belt, it took me the first time I tried I failed, but I came back, not willing to quit, you all should do the same! Pick something and go for it, no matter how many times you fall, pick up again and go! I'm never giving up on something again because watching everyones face as I was passed my black belt, feeling success in my hands, it was the most amazing thing in the world. I will always hear everyone's cheers as I passed through one thing after another. I'll remember the feeling of the forms, moves that were natural to me, almost like breathing. I wont forget hitting the floor during sparing and feeling the pain of a good rib kick. I will always feel the feel of air as my foot and hand went through a board and straight out. I'll remember that pain I felt as the push-ups were pumped one after the other, and lastly holding in my grip my old belt, as I passed it on so that it could be knotted, holding in my knowledge of all I knew, and then being passed the black belt. Watching as my instructor wrapped it around my waist and then turning to the class and giving a bow, that was pure success, a feeling I plan to feel over and over again as I now help others to do the same.

God sent us to this earth to live, to learn, to be a part of this world, each of us in turn should strive to do as he asks. Look at this world that he created for us and take from it what we can. Do what you think would lead you to the feeling of success, a feeling that our father loves feeling along with you. True success is something that takes loads of work, it takes picking yourself up when you'd rather sit and moving on. Brothers and Sisters good luck and I love you.

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