A name with heritage, meaning, and mysterious

Names are far and vast; ranging from Martinez to Wagner even names like Mao. What makes a name interesting is the origin…at least that’s what is perceived as interesting. The interest in a name is based on the pronunciation as well as the vocal recognition that comes with it. Does the name “Vildosola” ring a bell? If you lived in Spain in the late 18^th century then yes it would sound interesting. Unless you’re well over 300 years old (Holy Cow!!) then the name probably won’t sound familiar. Then again, names like Justin and Thomas are so common, do they really sound interesting at all?

Vildosola; a rough translation (coming from me) means “Vila de la sol” or “Valley of the Sun. Not much is known about my last name, from what I’ve been told it is a very popular name in spain as a whole region is named “Vildosoloa”. Amazing isn’t it? How can one city, a titled after a name, one such as this, be a last name? Well your guess is as good as mine, I’ve only been told what has been passed down from generation to generation. That name is well respected in spain, as a man by the name of “Gabriel Antonio De Vildosola” is a well known banker in spain. I have no idea if we are related, if we are; hey cousin, remember me? I could use a few loans for free.

Now Thomas, not much meaning to it at first, but when you hear how my middle name came to be you’d be surprised at its meaning. When I was born, I was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around my stomach, making it nearly impossible for me to breath. The doctors were worried about my health as I did not come out crying like how most babies do when they are born, so they had to transport me to a specialized section of the hospital for babies called the NICU: Neo-Natal Intensive Care Unit, they specialized in the well being of infants and babies. I was a “miracle baby”, I should not be alive but the fighting spirit within me made me cling to life. Quite a mouthful so far, huh? Well, it’s not over yet, ok it kind of is.

            Last but not least, my first name; the story comes to its conclusion (finally!). Justin has no significance whatsoever by itself, which is why my middle name is Thomas. I was due in the middle of August, being the late procrastinator that I am, I decided to stay and marinate a little longer before coming out into the world. So, I was born in September 15, 1991 at 5:31 AM (I think?) thus adding to the world another youthful spirit. Yes it seems like I have been dragging on and I have actually, but everything that was mentioned here is the truth. The doctor came to my mom and said “Do you have a name for him?” She answered with yes; “Justin Thomas”. The name became clear to me when she said that by the time I was due I was supposed to be delivered through C-Section as I was becoming to big to be born in natural causes. So I was born “Just in time” or “Justin Thomas”. Honestly, I think it’s pretty cool as I have somewhat of a title; im not on time nor am I early, I merely arrive when I am needed.