There was a round of applause from the parents and judges as we all stood in our new belts. And then Master Kim asked the students to please take a seat for a moment. I sat down as carefully as I could.
“As my returning students know,” he said, “I occasionally award special patches after a test. These patches are reserved for students who show outstanding excellence in their techniques or demonstrate true martial-arts spirit. Today I would like to honor one of our students here.”
Master Kim picked up a small patch from the table and held it in his hand.
“This student did well today. It was clear she was prepared. And this was especially impressive because last week I received a phone call from this student’s father telling me she had been injured and probably wouldn’t be able to test.”
My heart jumped a beat, and I felt my cheeks get warm. I glanced at Dad, but he was paying attention to Master Kim.
“I did not expect to see this student this morning,” Master Kim went on. “I know she was still in pain, but she came anyway and performed to the best of her ability. She showed the heart and determination of a martial artist and for that, I’d like to give this Spirit Award patch to Eliza Bing.”
I got to my feet slowly and walked to the front of the room. Master Kim bowed and held out the patch.
I’d never won anything in my whole life. And if I was being called to the front of the room by a teacher, it was usually because I’d done something disruptive.
I returned the bow. “Thank you, sir.”
And then everyone started clapping again.
For me.