You said your bracelets were gifts? Whats the story behind them all?
Yeah, the bands all gifts. Well, mostly. They’ve all got a story behind them, anyway.
One was a Navy Academy graduation gift (called a pass out band)
One was for crossing the line (that’s an old Navy tradition for crossing the equator for the first time, along with other celebrations of it)
One was my Gramps’, my mom’s dad (that’s why it’s got Galatians 6:9 on the inside, not my pick but it fits. It was actually the first one I started wearing).
One was from my dad when I qualified for the US national team for the World Juniors.
One was for my 21st birthday from the brothers.
And the odd one out - I bought myself one after my first failed rescue. Just… felt like the right sort of way to mark it, to carry them forward with me.
Leather bands and bracelets have been worn for centuries as symbols of adventure and achievement, all the way back to the Ancient Greeks and the Romans.
Mine is a little closer to home, I guess. Sailors are superstitious, not just a little stitious 😉. According to an old Navy legend, leather bracelets soaked in saltwater worn close to the skin “anchor a man’s soul”. They’re meant to protect you from being claimed by the sea.
It was said that when the ocean truly wanted someone, it would find a way… unless you wore something to remind it you were still part of it. So you’ve gotta dunk your pass out band in the sea and promise to go with the tide, not against it. It’s a lucky talisman after that.
And no, I never take them off. Twice they’ve been taken off by somebody else (removed in surgery both times so we will forgive them, but they were promptly shoved back on as soon as I was awake enough to do it).













