I’ll never forget the night I received my Black Belt in Tae Kwon Doe. It took six years to accomplish. Tournament after tournament and promotion of rank after promotion, what should have been a joyous event, a celebration of diligent work and commitment, was in fact a celebration of release from the torture I endured for years. I attended Karate classes three days a week and for those three days, I was taken advantage of and my innocence was taken. My childhood story is all too synonymous with the…
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