My first Tattoo  When I was in the nursing home after my accident, I had lost thirty pounds and felt like I was covered in scars and all around ruined as a person. I used to look down at my scar on my arm and tell myself that one day this is going to be the only reminder of all of the bad things I am going through. And now it is…because life keeps getting better. I fought so hard to have Faith and now I finally have it and it is never going away.