When I first began tracing my ancestral roots, I had no idea what to expect. I did not know much about my family except that we have lived in a somewhat limited geographical area for ages. My presumptions were wrong.
My first epiphany came when I received a letter from an unknown lady residing in America. She claimed to be related to me and wrote a long story of how my ancestor came to America, married a woman he met just a few months before crossing the Atlantic.
My family research has introduced me to thousands of new relatives. I've gotten to know relatives who did amazing things: they invented tools, exploring unchartered territories, named rivers, and founded towns. I have also unearthed several dark, violent stories of misfortunate family members. My family is international; we live in America, Sweden, Finland, Russia, and Southeast Asia.
We have different creeds and colors and speak different languages, but we all share blood, stories, and pride in being part of the same global family.