Black. No question.
The day I got my Black Belt July 29th, 1989 was one of the best days of my life. It marked the accomplishment of years of blood sweat and tears. It taught me that I can accomplish anything if I work hard enough and never give up. Melodramatic? You bet. But at the time, I didn't really know if I could accomplish a goal that hard. And while as an adult I realize it was only the beginning of my training, as a young man it taught me so much.
I know many think the belt system is meaningless, but I think those who don't realize the deeper meaning involved and how much it can help a person. Especially if that belt is truly earned and has merit.
It's not about the punching and kicking, or which style is best. It's about setting yourself on a goal and working hard to achieve it. It's about understanding what it takes to win, and those lessons transfer over to all aspects of life.
Undefeated in all of Asia!