The photo above is the very elegant back of an acquaintance of mine, Caroline Paul. You notice how I didn't say "friend" because, truly, that would be stretching it. She and I are part of the same clique of fabulous folks but I dare say that she doesn't know my name.
Caroline is roughly six feet tall and absolutely gorgeous -- I know, you're thinking, "Sure, sure she's gorgeous." But dig this: her twin sister had a recurring role on Bay Watch. She's that kind of gorgeous.
She was one of the first female San Francisco fire fighters. She hang glides. She graduated from Stanford. She is a documentary film maker and a published author. She has (surreptitiously) climbed one of the towers on the Golden Gate bridge. At Night. She is, as they say, RIPPED. She is the person I'd very much like to be in my next life.
I never knew she had this tattoo until last Sunday when we both attended a formal affair. After I found out the translation and story behind her tattoo, I was moved beyond words.
In her own words:
"It says 'My Heroes Rescue Animals,' in Arabic.
It's for my brother, who is an animal rights activist, member of the underground Animal Liberation Front, now in prison for burning (yes) a horse slaughterhouse. The Arabic is because the U.S. Government tried (but failed) to call him a terrorist and sentence him under the new terrorist laws."
