what to do if a dirty needle hits you

When I was growing up tattoos were taboo and rebellious. Today, they are widely recognized as a definitive, creative manner for people to limited themselves and tell their stories. And depending on said tattoo they are also recognized equally lame, beautiful, hideous, symbolic, impulsive and/or intriguing. I've heard information technology all. As we well know, everybody has an opinion.
Some tattoos have meaning. Others only symbolize the fact that you lot were barely coherent when you got yours. Y'all know who you are…

I, for one, dear a little mark every now and again. Mine are nix elaborate or anything to write home nearly. I'm non trying to be hard or cool or Kat Von D over hither. I'g just a wanna-exist. Even so, some of you hate them and are probably judging me right at present. Information technology'southward ok. I still love you. Tiny pieces of any respect that my parents take for me gets chipped away with every one I become. It's fine. We tin agree to disagree. Either way, this is a terrible story so don't go out now.

Here'due south how it went downward. I was out with friends on my 35th birthday. Nosotros lived in Colorado Springs at the time so downtown Denver was the identify to be. I had just finished reading a book by Ann Voskamp called ONE THOUSAND GIFTS. My depiction and take-away of this writing can not practise it justice so I won't fifty-fifty try. Just let it be known that I was so moved by this book that I was willing to stamp my body with permanent ink to prove information technology. I wanted to add a tiny blackness cord around my finger to remind me "in all things, exist grateful". So off nosotros get. And down we go. No, literally. Clandestine. Downtown Denver. To Frank. Frank was a novelty. – ecsentric. Why I thought this was a proficient idea, I'll never know. Frank spoke of many things – mostly shenanigans. And I listened intently as he prepared what could've very well been a muddy needle (I'grand still not sure). I listened and listened until I could no longer hear the words that were coming out of his mouth. For you run across, I could hear nothing over my sudden, intense hurting comparable merely to the enlightening stage of child nativity. The band of fire (but literally, the "string" of burn). I had no thought I was fifty-fifty pregnant, but this baby was about to come up out the tip of my correct ring finger. And he was a big ane.

"I'thousand lamentable, Frank. Excuse me. Do you accept an anesthesiologist on manus, considering I'm pretty sure I'm gonna need an epidural for this. It may just exist a little ink, but sir, if I didn't know amend I'd say y'all're sawing off my digit. Kindly stop lest I die." I'm not kidding. I thought my time was up at 35 – hush-hush – with Frank.  Don't allow me go this mode, Lord. It wasn't worth it and I'g not gear up.

One very expensive trip to the ER later and the results were conclusive. Frank cut me nearly to the os and left me with what looks nothing similar a cord – more than like a Halloween spider that I endearingly named, Charlotte. She'due south really a beautiful improver. I think I got that tattoo to remind me of something, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was (something about being grateful, maybe). Because now all I recall about when I see it is FRANK. Thanks, Frank. You're always in my eye. And on my finger (but hey, at least I withal have one). And at least I'm not the only 1 walking around with a bad ink job. Some of you have information technology manner worse than I do. I've seen the work. My condolences.

I digress.

Dorsum to the topic at manus.

I do not merits to be a theologian on the matter of permanent body ink. I simply similar getting tattoos at random. To each his ain.

Many people ask me about the tattoo on my right arm and so let me give you a cursory what-for. Likewise trying to make my parents extremely proud, I wanted to go something symbolic of the valley I had simply crawled my way out of. Also, after Frank, I needed redemption.

Here's the story:
Later on my divorce I had to learn how to do life again. We – me and my ii children – were pain simply stiff. And nosotros were headed in this new direction together.
And nosotros were gonna make it, Lord-wiling and the creek don't rise. I was determined. (So many other stories in here, just let's move on).

For some reason I loved arrows (they're all the rage) and equally luck would take it, upon my studies of them, I found that they are a symbol of strength and management.
While one pointer can be easily broken, a bundle is tougher to suspension. And hither nosotros were – this lilliputian package of weak strength. Being held tight by the arrow-maker Himself.
Figuring it out.
Forging a path.
Walking a new direction.
Together.

After lots of Pinteresting and conscientious consideration of where body marking #4 would actually take identify,  I gave information technology a go on Birthday #41.
NO RAGRETS. (Please see google on the inter-webs for further explanation of this spelling).

Three "arrows" headed in the same direction.
This stupid, ridiculous, sweet, symbolic, beautiful (any you want to phone call it) piece of ink tells a part of my story. Information technology forever and always reminds me that we are strong. I call back where I've been and where I'chiliad headed. Information technology is a abiding reminder of who I am and who I'm raising my people to be. Tenacious. Tough and tender and full of dust. And God is not finished with us yet. Our story is non over.
My squad of iii. Making it.

Maybe I AM rebelling. Rebelling confronting all of the nay-sayers and the things that say I can't exercise it, that I won't make information technology. Rebelling against complacency – against the hurdles, the hard places, the status-quo.

I am finding as I meet new people and hear your stories, that I am non the only i walking that road. Many of united states of america are facing or have faced circumstances we never asked for or never imagined existence in – where we have to keep moving. We are all learning that even in the weak places we are notwithstanding potent.

And we are notwithstanding moving – together.

I'm grateful to walk the road with you. And I'chiliad also excited to announce that…drumroll please… these three arrows are the newest addition to our I Own'T DOIN IT merchandise line. In just a few short days you guys will exist able to wear your story. I cry…

What do these arrows symbolize for you? Where are YOU headed? What are you standing up for? What corners are you lot turning? Who are you existence strong for? What are you "not doing" anymore? What new way are you taking and what new move are you pioneering? Whatever it is, may The Lord keep you steady and may you come out on the other side stronger and better for it.
I hope you love this new add-on equally much as I do.  And I promise it volition encourage y'all to be bold and tell others about your journeying. Somebody needs to see you existence strong and owning information technology.

I can't await to hear your story!
Wear information technology well, family.

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