Although I’m 73, and used to think the way of the critics, I get it now. 9 years today I lost my daughter. I wish I had a way of honoring her memory so I could say her name more often. You did her a favor by asking about him. Thank you
Kay, behind most ink is a story and most people are willing to share. I’ve seen some beautiful stories written for all to see. My left wrist has 4 paws in remembrance of my beloved dogs. I LOVE dogs. My right wrist has a kitty silhouette for Sassy. My right shoulder has flowers representing my DNA: English Tudor Rose, Welsh Daffodil and German Blue Cornflower.
Such a demonstration of kindness. We never know the backstory until we ask. Rather than burying her under the darkness of judgment you spoke her into the light.
Sean if only the world could be as sensitive as you are. What a wonderful world this would be. My youngest son has one tattoo. It is across his heart. It is his sons name who died at 63 days old.
Thank you for reminding us to always see the beauty in others.
.We never ever know the story of other people. Years ago I was in a lobby waiting on blood work with about 5 other people. A man was on his phone speaking loudly using lots of profanity. It flowed easily from his mouth and we all could hear. Finally a woman in a wheel chair spoke to him about it. He said he was talking to his wife. He wasn't using it to demean his wife just using it as adjectives. I said something to make peace. Suddenly we are all talking and realize he just survived a liver transplant and the wheel chair woman lost her husband. And everything was ok. It was humans communicating. Your story proves we need to judge less and listen more.
Amazing the things we find to be outraged about while people are just trying to live their lives through difficult situations. Thank you for being an empath and seeing her for who she is underneath that art. ♥️
Bringing tears to our eyes, as usual. ❤️ So glad the waitress had you as a compassionate diner that day. Thanks for setting an example to those around you.
Every story has a backstory. And everyone has an opinion, like certain areas of anatomy. We don't have to care what others think - only what God thinks of us.
I’m 72 and have a small tattoo on my wrist. I got it with my daughter as a memento of a trip we took together. Every time I look at it, it brings back wonderful memories. Happily, my daughter is still alive and thriving with a husband and four children of her own.
My heart goes out to that waitress. I can’t begin to imagine….
When we judge a book by its cover we never learn why the story was written. Bless you Sean for looking beyond the cover.
BEAUTIFULLY said, KIm😢
Thanks!
Thanks.
Wonderfully said!
Sad story. Two different sads. Judging is never a good idea. But love is always a good idea. ❤️
“Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.”
― Brad Meltzer
Although I’m 73, and used to think the way of the critics, I get it now. 9 years today I lost my daughter. I wish I had a way of honoring her memory so I could say her name more often. You did her a favor by asking about him. Thank you
Kay, behind most ink is a story and most people are willing to share. I’ve seen some beautiful stories written for all to see. My left wrist has 4 paws in remembrance of my beloved dogs. I LOVE dogs. My right wrist has a kitty silhouette for Sassy. My right shoulder has flowers representing my DNA: English Tudor Rose, Welsh Daffodil and German Blue Cornflower.
I’m so sorry you lost your daughter, I bet she was a friend as well.
Such a demonstration of kindness. We never know the backstory until we ask. Rather than burying her under the darkness of judgment you spoke her into the light.
Sean if only the world could be as sensitive as you are. What a wonderful world this would be. My youngest son has one tattoo. It is across his heart. It is his sons name who died at 63 days old.
Thank you for reminding us to always see the beauty in others.
.We never ever know the story of other people. Years ago I was in a lobby waiting on blood work with about 5 other people. A man was on his phone speaking loudly using lots of profanity. It flowed easily from his mouth and we all could hear. Finally a woman in a wheel chair spoke to him about it. He said he was talking to his wife. He wasn't using it to demean his wife just using it as adjectives. I said something to make peace. Suddenly we are all talking and realize he just survived a liver transplant and the wheel chair woman lost her husband. And everything was ok. It was humans communicating. Your story proves we need to judge less and listen more.
I am also in the no tattoo camp, and have been routinely critical of the tattoo generation.
Going forward, I think I’ll tap the brakes on my criticism… Thank you,Sean, for the daily bread.
More,
Amen..Truth we all need to tap the brakes. Reminder
This was a beautiful reminder to let my judgements sleep today...maybe tomorrow too
Rivkah, what a sage intention. You've inspired a poem for me to create. Thank you!
Amazing the things we find to be outraged about while people are just trying to live their lives through difficult situations. Thank you for being an empath and seeing her for who she is underneath that art. ♥️
People with perfect lives really do have a way of showing their flaws.
That tattoo is not only art but a precious piece of her beautiful son 🙏
Bringing tears to our eyes, as usual. ❤️ So glad the waitress had you as a compassionate diner that day. Thanks for setting an example to those around you.
Every story has a backstory. And everyone has an opinion, like certain areas of anatomy. We don't have to care what others think - only what God thinks of us.
Lesson learned ❤️👍 🐉
I’m 72 and have a small tattoo on my wrist. I got it with my daughter as a memento of a trip we took together. Every time I look at it, it brings back wonderful memories. Happily, my daughter is still alive and thriving with a husband and four children of her own.
My heart goes out to that waitress. I can’t begin to imagine….