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My First Tattoo

 

            As my 18th birthday was approaching, I knew I wanted to remember it in a big way. Any typical 18-year-old boy dreams of the ultimate party or gift for the year he becomes an adult. Instead, I wanted a gift that I would always remember and would always be proud of. A ford raptor, the new 4G iPhone or a fake ID: any of these you would think makes a statement; however, these were not for me. I wanted a tattoo.
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             I spent weeks researching tattoos, their meanings, their images, and how they related to me. I did not just want a cool design that would stand out to the world. I needed a design that would speak to me and show everyone who I really was. As I began my research, I was drawn to the Native American symbols and culture. I admired their respect towards nature and animals, as well as their value for dedicating a share of one's efforts to the greater good. After days and days of looking into the Native American culture, I finally came across a symbol that represented exactly who I was: The bear claw. I chose the bear claw as the central theme of my tattoo because it represents protection and service to others. It also represents inner strength and perseverance in the face of fear and adversity. I honor all of these traits.
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             The traits that encompass the bear claw all attribute to the young man that I am. Helping and protecting others has always come natural to me. I have been touched by volunteering with the homeless community during the holiday season and am also active with Habitat for Humanity where I assist in building homes and providing shelter for those that are less fortunate than I during mu summer vacation. In addition to being a helpful member of my community, I am a football, lacrosse and rugby player. My tattoo inspires me to continue to protect my teammates both on and off the field. As a full back, I block opponents to protect my quarterback from harms way. As a defensive lineman, I must stand my ground while others are trying to knock me down.


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