I was living in destin florida ,( hubbie is military so we were stationed there ) I go in for what is my 3-7th tattoo's well one on my fore arm small , one tat redone that took 9 hours , and the ones I want on the top of my feet .. Well we started our sittings and on the last day was my left foot and he would be done .. I am not a soft hearted person and dont cry much at all.. I started balling like a baby in the tat chair like you would not believe I was almost losing it . he steps back and just starts going what what over over again. I finely got able to talk ( at this time the whole shop was in the room with us) I was so happy at his work and my life being told on my body I couldnt hold it back I was as some would say watching the past go with the last inch of ink and living my life with the art to prove how strong I had become from my past. I will never in all my life for get that day when I told him how threw his work I was going to be just fine when all was said and done he huged me so tight . when I walked out I thought well I still have a lot of life to live so more stories are yet to come threw my ink