While I have not read any book that have inspired me to travel, I’m sure there are a few out there. I have always had a longing to find out my ancestors.
I know my roots of my father which is Hungarian. I was always curious about my mother’s heritage. Even though my maternal grandparents lived in the same town as me, I never knew them, or seen them. And when I asked about them, the subject would be dropped like a hot potato.
My mother had Native American roots, but she told me it was a different tribe than what it was. It wasn’t until later I began searching and only found I was more confused than I was when I started.
It wasn’t until recently I found out my Native American heritage -Choctaw Things are starting to come together and I am no longer confused.
But in the end it really doesn’t change who I am, or the things I have experienced. I am still God’s daughter.
From Pity to Praise 