My first day of martial arts class at the local college was awesome. I remember waking up at 4 in the morning to catch the 6am bus to travel two cities to the campus. Once I got there, I was so nervous and excited; then, at the same time that I caught sight of a poster which showed the question: What are you looking for? and a few words that made me think for a moment. I finally selected the sheet of paper that held the word: Direction. And as I walked into the gymnasium, I realized that I was there early. Except for a particularly serious red belt martial artist that was kind enough to introduce himself to me. We shook hands and then we spoke for a while as to why we were all taking martial arts. So then, I decided to clean up the gymnasium using a broom and a floor mop to sweep up the gym, and believe me, you'd never guess to find little bolts and metal and dust from who knows how it got there. So it became a daily thing, cleaning up the dojo or training hall, as I called it. As for the red belt martial artist, he's my mentor now. And even though it was tough luck for me that I never got a thank you for the floor sweeping from the other students, but when I trained with them all, it was worth the sweeping. Seeing their courage made me want to keep practicing martial arts. Even if the simplest things get overlooked, it's the will to do something good that counts.