It was one of those moments when time becomes irrelevant. My senses felt blocked to anything outside of the current task. With an inkling of doubt and a slight hesitation, I proceeded to strike as hard as I could. Or at least I thought I did. The brick sat there, staring at me. I looked up and at that very moment, I realized I had to go through with this. In front of me sat the master, several instructors and fellow students looking on. As I was given the motion to try again, a voice came into my head….”mind, body, spirit.” It was my dad’s voice, with three simple words that had set an anchor to what I now needed to do. I collected my thoughts and cleared my mind. This time there was no try….I broke it. The year was 1994 and I had just tested for my black belt (1st Dan) in Tae Kwon Do.