One day in 1993 shortly after suffering a cerebral hemorrhage, I sat pondering family memories, and the genealogy that I'd left untouched since the 1970's. For some reason, there was a nagging childhood incident that I wanted to investigate. It seemed my soul was searching for something that wasn't apparent, at least, until now. What clue could my family history hold for me in coping with unmerciful difficulties--and would I uncover a trace of my strong spirit in them? What memories triggered that thought pattern? And, what ability did I grasp from my early upbringing, in making life choices, in shaping how I perceive the world?...I have been unbound and set free.