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So, I was testing for my black belt at my karate class a couple years ago and at every testing we have to break wood in order to pass. I walked up to the board, I could feel everyone watching me. I chambered my leg and kicked as hard as I could and the board didn't break, I was ruined.
Everybody gasped and all the air left the room I had two more chances. I went again, nothing. I went up brought my leg back as hard as I could possibly bring it and kicked with every thing I had. Nothing.
I was so sad, a failure. I sat there in front of all those parents and then I walked away. I couldn't stand looking at everybody like that. So like a little baby I left. At the end of testing my mom tried to tell me it wasn't bad but I didn't believe her.
I got so mad in the car "I'm gonna quit i'm worthless!" Is what I remember saying as we drove home but then that sadness turned to anger, I was gonna get my black belt weather they liked it or not.
From then on I attended karate almost every day to train and get my form down. My favorite days were break days where all you did was play games and break boards. So I quickly got my style back and was able to easily break boards.
Boom! One down. Boom! Two down. I was a machine until they brought out a board and I couldn't break it, I started to worry. Had I failed again. I wanted to leave but I refused I broke the board around the second try after and instructor helped me.
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