I see you there, as I look over my shoulder from the middle of the class to where you stand in the back row.
One of only a few without a dobok and the only adult among all those kids.
I know. You wish the floor would mercifully open up and swallow your giant self, whole.
Right now you’re thinking this, being here, trying something new like Taekwondo, was a mistake.
I know. Because not so long ago at all, I stood where you are right now, thinking the very same thing.
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