2012-10-25 / General Stories
Tae Kwon Do-ing
Six months ago, I realized I had a choice. I could continue going to my son’s Tae Kwon Do lessons, sitting on the sidelines and watching him work his way to the black belt he is determined to earn. Or, I could bite the bullet, realize the value in the exercise, buy myself a pair of white pajamas, and jump right in.
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