Postcards from the edge

Postcards from the edge
Tales of (mis)adventure from abroad

To Believe

To Believe

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Master Roberts had asked that one person attempts the notoriously painful shin break, yet nobody got up. Breaking had never been my thing: I was too skinny, too weak. But I felt this was my time. I could do it. I stood up, lifting two fingers, indicating I wanted two boards. The room went silent. Focused on the wooden planks, I marched straight up to the men holding them and without a pause or hesitation, tore through the boards with my right shin. I looked back at my Master. He was smiling. This moment defined the rest of my life.


There are 5 comments.

  1. comment number 1 by: Wendy Langdon


  2. comment number 2 by: Marc-Antoine Kelertas


  3. comment number 3 by: Yannick

    Thanks for the comment Marc…but…enlighten us…What do you mean by “Tank”?

  4. comment number 4 by: Marc-Antoine Kelertas

    Ha ha….well you know in the army there are TANKS

    i am pretty much just pointing out that what you did took courage and inner strength, almost making you feel unstoppable after what you had done ….making a sort of Tank haha

  5. comment number 5 by: Yannick

    hahaha…Got it! :) Funny, because coincidentally, in those years of training, there was a guy I looked up to whose name was Tank (I’m serious!). And that’s exactly what I always thought of when I saw him fight. And yes, the way you put it is really the point: this moment sparked something in me, a realization that nothing could stop me once I put my mind to it. A first concrete action that just started this amazing domino effect.

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