Excerpt from One Small Sacrifice

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THE JOURNEY

Who are you?

Stop and think about this… Who are you?

Think about your parents, your grandparents and great-grandparents, who you knew when you were growing up. Remember the stories of when, where, even how you were born.

Now… imagine you disappear, you’re erased, no longer a part of your family history and genealogy. How would you feel? Grateful? I don’t think so.

Now … imagine an adoptee who doesn’t know who they are … nothing, anything, zilch… Can you imagine looking in the mirror, not knowing anything? How might that feel?

A fairytale?

You think?

“Adopted people” are the only people in the world without free or unlimited access to their personal history…. we simply vanish into thin air.

This decision was made for us. Someone decided this long ago. Someone decided adoptees were better off not knowing anything. Someone decided this for me – I’d be fine, never knowing my identity.

Wait … I was dead without my identity, without my name. I can’t live like this.

My adoptive family had their stories, their names, their parents and grandparent’s names, where they were from, how they lived and died, everything.

Like my adoptive mom and dad, many families are very proud of their stories. There could be bank robbers or horse thieves or rich barons or fancy politicians. Mine could be, too.

To tell my story, I needed more than their story. I needed my own.

To contact Trace: email: tracedemeyer@yahoo.com