boring short story of how I got my name.
In a country like the Philippines, being named “Dale” sounds foreign in some sense. It’s out of the usual Filipino sounding names such as Rogelio, Bruno, Magnifico, Juan, Miguel, etc.
My name’s a combo. As my parent’s first born, my name was a combination of my mother and father’s name.
DAnilo + LEbita = DALE
Brilliant! Isn’t it?
Simple addition it is.
Not that we live in a valley (dale means valley, I googled it)….
Not because it’s my mother’s favorite actor or something…
Not because they just randomly looked it up on the Greatest Men of the Century List…
Oh well, I’m just thankful my parent’s name sounds good when combined. Imagine if my mother and father were Connie and Dominic?
P.S. If I had the choice to name myself, it might be the infamous Harry. 😀
But I definitely feel Dale fits me well. Dave with an L, they say.
This post is in response to The Daily Post Challenge: Say Your Name
How about you? How did you get your name?