Under the Halo – Thoughts and Impressions from an Angel
Written By: Kelly Grace
<long shot> a shadowy figure mounts the summit. Her hair is blowing in the wind, in her right hand is clutched a gnarled walking staff. She pushes back the hood of her cloak, shades her eyes and looks off into the distance. What is she searching for? She squints… and there he is! The mythical figure “biologicalus paternus”. Her wings unfurl and she flies down and snatches him up to take him to his waiting child.
That’s what y’all think a Search Angel looks like, right? No? Is it more like a woman sitting around in a filmy peignoir with a laptop and a yappy pooch, sipping champagne and solving your DNA mystery? “Darling, your father is …”
A client recently gave me these silly ideas – she didn’t invent them, but she mentioned writing a book and/or making a movie of her experiences with her search for her biological father and my overactive imagination took off. Her story has a happy ending, but I was really worried about how I was going to look in this venture. I solved her story wearing striped PJ pants, a green DNAngels sweatshirt and fuzzy socks while sitting in my recliner with my 17 year-old orange tabby cat. Granted, I wear enough make-up to hide Jimmy Hoffa and when in public I tend to look fairly okay… but the day I solved her case was a weekend and I indulged in comfortable clothes.
So while I know folks don’t expect that I’m either of the first two scenarios, I’m loathe to admit that I have solved more cases wearing pajamas than I would like to admit. LOL. For part of March and April I was recovering from surgery so sweatshirts, pajama pants and ever present fuzzy socks (I have permafrost feet) were the norm.
Being a Search Angel is not a glamorous job. No matter how awesome you think we are, we are just human. We fret over cases, obsess over weird things we find in them and worry (yes we worry!) that our logic is off, even when we know it is spot on. We breathe a sigh of relief, just as you do, when we have confirmation through DNA testing that we were correct.
Back to the client with the book/movie idea. She and I held our collective breath for over a week waiting for her private lab test to come back with the tests results for her and her newly found half-brother. I swear I tried not to say too often “OMG DO YOU HAVE THOSE STINKIN’ RESULTS YET” because I didn’t want to put more pressure on her, but I am not a patient person.
Results finally came in and brother was confirmed and everything ends happily ever after! I’d like to say that when she told me the results I was lounging poolside in a strappy sundress and a big floppy hat, drinking something cool and refreshing looking with an umbrella and a few cherries in it, but truth was it was 6:10 a.m. and I was contemplating a shower. However, in the movie version, I will be played by Annabeth Gish (as she looks in Mystic Pizza) and there will be a pool and a floppy hat.
So while we are passionate about what we do, your average search angel is not a Hollywood Starlet. We are paralegals, dental hygienists, stay-at-home moms, IT Specialists, etc. We could be your next-door neighbor. Most of us are here because someone helped us find our truth and we wanted to give back. We have a talent for being able to listen to what your DNA is saying and interpret it for those of your who don’t speak the language as fluently as we do.