Hah yeah we get them for all sorts of reasons. Mine was also a gift. I had remained tattoo free for 43 years with no intention of anything of the sort being in my conservative thinking industry. I was flying a Dash 8 in the northern pacific (RMI) and was put in a position where I chose to do a mercy flight for a criticly injured young (7) girl. As is often the way in the third world with life and death, the owners of the aircraft didn't want me to help her and threatened me with mutiny. I kicked them off the aircraft, boarded up her and her family and flew through the night to a place called Kwajalein, a US military base with probably the best hospital in the pacific. She would not have survived without appropriate surgery. Her family carved into my leg, an ancient pacific map as a painful thankyou.
If you love it, let it go. If it comes back to you, you've just high-sided!
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