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Advanced females ages fourteen to fifteen please proceed to staging with your coaches at this time.”

Skittering around the room, eyes wide and pleading, I frantically explained my situation to any coach nearby. The seconds ticked away in my head as every polite refusal increased my desperation.

“This is the final staging call for advanced females ages fourteen to fifteen. Please proceed to staging with your coaches.”

Despair weighed me down. I sank to my knees, the steam of competitors, coaches, and officials diverging around me. My dojang had no coach and without one, I was unable to compete per tournament rules.

Although I wanted to remain strong and move forward, doubts began to cloud my mind. I could not help but wonder what the point of perfecting my skills for competition was if I had nothing to show for my efforts. The other members of my team, who had managed to find coaches minutes before competing, attempted to comfort me, but they did not understand the feeling. They did not understand, and I never wanted them to understand.

The members of my dojang have become family. I have watched and participated as they grew up, finding my own happiness in theirs. To see them in my situation, unable to compete and losing hope as a result, would devastate me. My dojang needed a coach – someone the competitors could rely on – and since for years we had made no progress towards finding one, I knew it was up to me.

I first approached the adults in the dojang – instructors as well as parents of members. I soon became reacquainted with polite refusals, and realized that I would have to take matters into my own hands.

At the time, the inner workings of tournaments was a mystery to me. Thus, to prepare myself to become a successful coach, I spent the next year as an official and took coaching classes on the side. I emerged with new knowledge and confidence in my capabilities, yet others did not share this faith.

Parents threw me disbelieving looks after learning that their children’s coach was only a child herself. My self- confidence was my armor – deflecting the surly glances. Every armor is penetrable, however, and as the relentless barrage of doubts pounded at my resilience, it began to wear down and I myself grew unsure of my abilities.

Despite the attack, I moved forward, refusing to give up. To quit now would be to set my students up for the inevitable day when they would be unable to find a coach and therefore unable to compete. Remembering that I could be the solution to a problem that had plagued my dojang for years enabled me to overcome my apprehension regardless of my lack of support.

Now that my dojang has had the chance to flourish at competitions, the attacks have weakened, but not ended. I may never win the approval of every parent and at times I am still tormented with doubts, but I find solace in the fact that members of my dojang no longer have to worry about anything other than competing to the best of their abilities.

As I arrive to tournaments with my students, I close my eyes and remember the past. I visualize the frantic search for a coach and the chaos amongst my dojang’s team members as we competed against each other to find coaches before our respective divisions were called to staging. I open my eyes to the exact opposite situation. My dojang’s team stands together, united and calm, as it will for as long as the dojang itself stands.”

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nambe vazhkaile elam nala irukum