When my parents were at their first ultrasound at St. Peter’s Hospital in New Brunswick, they discovered they were having triplets. Soon after, they bought a baby book started to think of names. My parents had strict criteria, as our names had to sound official. My parents wanted to give names that would not restrict us from holding an important position such as President. Every night, my mother scanned through this book, hoping to find a list of possible names. My name might have been Jonathon, but when my parents went back to St. Peter’s for her second ultrasound, they noticed that I was holding my two siblings up with my hands. This made her rethink my name as she now wanted my name to symbolize strength. After another month of researching,