Been spending time in front of the TV watching the Olympics. Great to observe a variety of different people playing different sports. Many years of effort preparing to perform and for some, over in a matter of seconds.
Wonderful to see the gender equality. Women and men separately - beach volleyball, basketball, boxing, track, swimming, weightlifting, .... etc - and together - tennis mixed doubles - vying for victories.
Yet, in different events there seems to be a common connection between the participants. No matter the event, from beach volleyball to track, many of the participants possess a common trait - a tattoo..
Not everyone has one, but many do. Is this a signal of some sort? A rite of Passage? A sign - I am different? Look at me? I don't know nor do I pretend to understand. Yet there it is - a tattoo.
These are people from all over the world. Varying languages. Very different cultures. All sizes and shapes. Yet there is a common bond - a tattoo.
Looking around in my world, the same bond exists. There are many - not all - with a tattoo. Should not be surprised to find Olympic folks with them. Should not but for some reason I am.
Yes there is variety in the Olympics. Yes there is variety in my world. Yet both - in some small way - are alike. A tattoo.
Even in Ada, Ohio:
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