Where
do I start? I first thought about it sitting in a movie theatre as
an early teenager watching Ralph Macchio become a legend in the movie The Karate
Kid. I thought, if that skinny little kid can learn to whip bad
guys and get the pretty girl doing it, well so can I! One problem; I grew up in a very small town
called Graettinger , Iowa . We didn't have a stop light in
our town much less a martial arts school. Even if I had access to one, it would
have been a big stretch to ask for my parents to pay for something like
that. My
dream ended sooner
than it took the movie
credits to finish. So I filed away any thoughts of learning a
martial art.
In the spring
of the year 2005, I made a career change and relocated to a small
town near Cherokee. I recall working out in the Wellness Center
one evening. I was busy doing my thing but kept hearing loud
yelling. I looked over the second story railing to see Master Pearson
leading a group of TKD students. I watched for quite a while, but for whatever reason I
didn't go inquire.
Fast forward
to 2012; my
son Brody was starting kindergarten, and life was good. One day I was
waiting at the bus stop for my little champ to get off. I wasn't prepared
for what I was about to see. Brody was the last kid off the bus that
day. He stepped down off the steps and when his feet hit the ground so
did my heart. He looked up with tears streaming down his face and he was
a bloody mess. That was the first of several incidents at the hands of
not one, but
two bullies. I guess having epilepsy makes you different and a target, even in kindergarten. A
few angry meetings with both the school and the parents made one of the bullies
stop but not the other. So I told Brody we could get him TKD
lessons. He thought about it long and hard for quite awhile, and then decided to get on board.
I knew full
well I wanted to take lessons with him, but a busy work schedule wouldn't allow
it at first.
I contacted
Master Pearson and in August of 2013, and Brody bowed, crossed the red line in our dojang, and started his journey. December of
the same year I was finally able to start my own journey. By this time I
was thrilled with Brody's progress and I couldn't wait for my turn. I
informed Master Pearson I would be there on the 13th. She was waiting by
the door for me and just like Brody I bowed and crossed the red line. Honestly,
after only a few minutes, I realized I was completely
terrified of this woman. She helped me understand who was in charge at
all times (as if my shaking knees didn't tell her I got the point). We
worked through what might have been her worst first day student lesson
ever. I went away after day one feeling overwhelmed, but knowing I was
hooked.
Many lessons
have been taught in my time in TKD. One in particular that I have learned
is that TKD is a gift. Master Pearson has said that to me many times over
the last couple of years. The gift of knowledge is what it means most to
me. I too have a gift. My gift comes in the form of my young son
Brody. One day, like all of us parents, I will give my gift to the
world. I will be satisfied when the day comes knowing that the teaching
and the convictions I will have instilled into him, supplemented by the tenets of
TKD, have created a well rounded and respectful young man.
In closing I
have a few people to thank. Thank you to Grand Master Jung and all the other masters. Thank you for the
foundation you have made. This is such a wonderful opportunity to grow
and learn.
Thank you to
my TKD family in Cherokee. Without you, I would not be standing here today. Every
single student has a stake in me being here, and I thank you. To my mom, I would run out of ink
before I ever finished writing enough about you. You inspire me to keep
moving forward and become the best I can be. To my dad, how do you thank your hero
enough? I say hero for a very good reason. He is a two time Purple Heart recipient. He fought in
the Vietnam and Gulf wars. He is a 38 year distinguished military
retiree.
He’s faced the
toughest form of lung cancer and beat it. He is a walleye fishing master, and my best buddy. I couldn't be
here today without you. I do find it ironic that you and mom brought me
into this world kicking and screaming and you’re still with me watching me do the same thing.
To my son Brody,
I couldn't ask for a better son. You’re turning into a nice respectful young man, and I am
so proud. I can't wait for the day you get to step onto this floor and
test for your own black belt. I love you very much. Last but certainly
not least,
thank you to Master
Pearson. First and foremost, I am happy to say I am no longer scared to death
of you. My fear has turned into respect. Your teaching me has been
a life changing experience. Thank you for helping me through one of the
most difficult years of my life. I am honored to call you Master Pearson, and I am grateful to also be
able to call you my friend.
Respectfully Submitted by:
2/11/2017