
Naming your child is a sacred duty. It represents the characteristics of the child and follows them into adulthood. The Bible speaks about a man named Jacob, who while being born came out holding the heel of his twin brother, Esau. … The name comes from the Hebrew meaning “to follow, jokester, to be behind”.
It was during the night that Jacob crossed the torrent valley of Jabbok on his way to meet his brother Esau that he began struggling with what turned out to be an angel. Because of Jacob’s perseverance in the struggle, his name was changed to Israel as a token of God’s blessing. In Hebrew, its meaning is, God Contended’, ‘One who wrestled with God’, ‘and won.
Native American naming traditions vary depending on each particular tribe. Typically, they are derived from nature, represented by an animal symbolizing desirable characteristics or a certain trait. A Native American name gives us an insight into the personality of the one who possesses it.
Kids were given a lot of different names as they grew up. These names were based on their personality, as it developed, or on something that had happened – an event in their lives. Their official name was given to them when they were about nine years old. That was usually the name of an ancestor.
Muhammad Ali changed his name from Cassius Clay. The name Muhammad means,” PRAISED”. The name Ali means high”, “elevated” or “CHAMPION”. During one boxing match the opponent, Terrell refused to call him by his “new name”. He said; “His momma named him Clay, so that’s what I will call him.” During the fight, Ali punished him each round while asking; “What’s my name?!” He said this to be “praised” as the “champion” he was.
What is the meaning of my name, Smith?
English: occupational name for a worker in metal, from Middle English smith (Old English smið, probably a derivative of smitan ‘to
STRIKE, hammer’).
My son’s name is Mitchell. In Hebrew, the meaning of the name means Gift from God. This is true because his sister while in Italy prayed for a baby brother and his birth was very unexpected.
The name William is a timeless classic with English roots that date back almost a thousand years. It means “resolute protector” (admirably purposeful, DETERMINED, and UNWAVERING ) or “STRONG-WILL WARRIOR”. While serving in Italy, I was called, Guardia del Corpo (Body Guard).
As much as I have faced in life, I feel I have lived up to my name. In my sickness, I fought a good fight. Striking my afflictions with the force of a mighty hammer. I am a mighty warrior that is willing to go into battle. I did it while serving in the Navy protecting my country, and my body when multiple sicknesses came. I fought while on dialysis to ensure the welfare of my family. To protect them from harm and poverty.
Now as I get older, my name still represents that which is in my heart, my DNA. “Once a Marine always a Marine” is a slogan many are familiar with. You never stop being a Marine no matter what age. Simper fi, always faithful…….. Always ready.
Yes, I may be older now, but I am still the same, Warrior, Guardia del Corpo. WHAT’S MY NAME.? I may be weary, but WHAT’S MY NAME?! I may be on death’s door, but WHAT’S MY NAME!?!! I will always be until the good Lord takes me away. “And even then I will be, A fighter, striker, protector, a warrior.”
Be your name. And if it does not represent you………… Change it or Become it!
I am Will Smith, a Fighting warrior willing to go into battle and strike down all with my Thor-like Hammer. Protecting all…
And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friends, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the byway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way
I’ve loved, laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh no, no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself then he has not
To say all the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows, I took the blows
But I did it my way.
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