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Soo Bahk Do Moo Duk Kwan

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Five and a half years ago, if someone were to ask me why I joined the Soo Bahk Do Moo Duk Kwan family, I would not have known how to respond. Today if someone were to ask me what Soo Bahk Do Moo Duk Kwan meant to me I would be able to tell a story. I cannot say I joined the martial art because I knew it would give me discipline, respect for others and myself, and the ability to control my feelings and my actions. I can say my parents were looking for an out of school activity to get me involved in. We went from cheerleading, to dancing, to baseball, and to tumbling. Although they all seemed like great sports and activities it came down to if I was interested and if my parents were able to take me. None of these activities made the cut. Desperately searching for something to get me on my feet, a co- worker of my mother had informed us of a karate studio in town. My initial thought was karate would never be something I could get into. Wearing a uniform that looked like pajamas and sweating did not sound like my cup up tea, but running out of options I decided to take a look at the studio. Never in my wildest dreams did I picture that I would become a black belt in karate. Four long years of practice, and countless hours of training prepared me for my balck belt test. Evey move had to be crisp, clean, and fast; almost like a cheetah. When I found out that I passed my test, my head began to spin. I was filled with relief and joy. When I was given the belt, my heart skipped a beat. All of my hard work and dedication had finally paid off. Not only did I learn self defense, but I learned to take my Moo Duk Kwan with me where ever I went. I had become a strong independent young lady.