Still, this post is not about me. I was downloading pictures of our Christmas tree hunt (which was more like a perusal) when I found this on his iPhone. I had to download it. It reminded me of that all-important night when he tested for his black belt and earned it. What a night.
Our taekwondo school in Greensburg, Pa., had some serious tests. There was indeed the chance that you would NOT earn your belt after the night. Mess up your form in front of the judges and not ask for a redo. Miss your board break. Puke. (OK, the puke part was a figment of my own testing nightmares.) Nevertheless, there was no guarantee you'd actually PASS the test. Failure was an option.
But for Curt on this night, he nailed every move. He sparred right. He did his form right. He broke his boardSSSSSS. And he looked like a black belt in every way.
This was a proud night. He felt overwhelmed when it was over, tears leaking out of his eyes. I felt immensely proud of his work - three years of dedication to this one night. And though this school doesn't exist here in our neck of the woods, he's still a black belt. Nobody can take that away from him.
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