Throughout my lifetime I have exhaustively searched for a family heritage, as well as my spiritual home. It wasn’t until I began to do some in-depth genealogy that my mind, my heart, and my soul, began to realize what I’ve searched for my whole life. I’ve searched for any connection to a birthright heritage. I grew up with my mom, dad, and a younger brother. We traveled throughout the country, starting on the northern, east coast, through the Deep South, arriving in the Southwest. Although rarely we met some of my mom’s siblings, my fathers family remained elusive, even after his death after I left the Marine Corps. Within the last year, I began to perform some amateur genealogy, for a doctorate thesis I’m preparing, and discovered what I have been searching for my whole life without knowing what it was. My heritage. My ancestors. My ancestors that led me into northern Denmark for a little over five hundred years.