So there I was sitting in Bangkok, Thailand at debrief trying to think of what I want to do the first day. Then all of the sudden I was sitting in a tattoo shop waiting to talk to one of the tattoo artist.
Oh wait this happens first. Some of my friends had decided that they were going to go try and find a tattoo shop because they wanted to get a tattoo. I decided that I would go with them. We decide we would walk and try to find the subway we couldn’t find it so we then decided to just take a taxi. The taxi dropped us off at the tattoo shop they weren’t opened yet, but the guy was there he let us in and he told us that he didn’t have any openings so we left. We we’re all getting hungry so we stopped to eat and made another plan to go to a different tattoo shop. We then decided that the people getting tattoos would take a taxi and the ones not would walk. The taxi driver didn’t know where he was going so we decided to get out and just walk. We were in the right area but we were walking around for ever we stopped and asked multiple people for directions and everyone gave us a different way. We then called the tattoo shop and they told us that they had relocated. We were all very tired and then we found a taxi driver that know where the tattoo shop was so we got in his taxi. But before we could go to the tattoo shop he told us that we had to go and look at suits for ten minutes so that we could get the ride for 100 baht. When we finally got to the tattoo shop they told us that they only had the bamboo. We ended up not getting tattoos that day. A few days later we went to another tattoo shop. As was sitting there wait to talk to the tattoo artist and I was debating getting my tattoo or not. Then I remembered that my tattoo had a meaning and that I needed to get it because when I was at training camp the lord told me that I was loved. I was really scared to get a tattoo. I then started to talk to the guy and picked out my font and then I just paid for it. As I was sitting waiting for it to be my turn I was a little freaked out. Then they told me it was time and to go up stairs. I went up stairs and took my shirt off of my shoulder and laid down on the table. They tattoo artist told me to relaxe and then he began it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. Then about 10 to 15 minutes later he was done. I stood up and looked at it and it was everything I thought it would be.
Update: I am about 83% funded for my race. I would very much appreciated it if anyone could help me reach my goal. Financially and by prayer.
Love, Madison??
