Ep 2
Bonus episode 2
Ep 2
This episode takes you on a heartfelt journey through Jonathan Engle’s remarkable adoption story and the intricately woven tapestry of family legacies. Join us as we delve into Jonathan’s profound connection to both his adoptive and biological families, exploring the challenges and triumphs he faced in embracing his dual heritage.Through captivating storytelling, we uncover Jonathan’s relentless pursuit to preserve and honor his diverse family legacies, as he strives to pass down their wisdom, values, and love to his own children. This podcast celebrates the power of unconditional love, resilience, and the enduring bond that transcends bloodlines. Discover how one man’s extraordinary journey redefines the meaning of family and echoes the timeless echoes of belonging, hope, and legacy for generations to come.
Join Jason on a heartfelt journey as he explores the question: ‘Who do you seek or need more love from, your mother or your father?’ In this episode of ‘Jason’s Journey: Finding the Missing Piece of Love,’ he reflects on the profound impact of adoption and how it becomes an internal quest. Tune in for poignant insights and personal reflections on the power of love and identity.
I got this text today from Angela. (The person who DNA tested for me that I hope is my cousin.) As you can see, DNA results can come in at literally any second
now. I am a mix of excited and apprehensive. In my experience as an adoptee, this moment in time where you are waiting on a DNA result is so unique. In
one sense, I love this moment because hope is alive. Never do I have as much hope as when I’m waiting for those results. When results come back as not a match as has happened to me numerous times, I
do get the feeling for a while that hope is dashed on the rocks into a million
pieces. It’s that, “oh my God, we are back to square one…” sinking feeling. In my experience when that happens, hope is slowly regained through the
encouragement of others.
I am in a really good headspace right now regarding the
results. I can’t say that things have always been that way. There have been
times I have hoped against hope and known that if it wasn’t a match I was going
to be rather emotional about it for a while. I am not sure why, but I am not
feeling that this time. Perhaps it’s because I’ve gone through this so many
times. Maybe it’s because I’ve gotten stronger emotionally. This isn’t to say
that it isn’t excruciating mentally or that adoptees shouldn’t take it hard when that happens. I
realize this is totally subjective as well. People handle things differently.
I’ve developed even more of the attitude that relinquishment,
adoption, sealed records, secondary rejection, failed reunion, and everything
surrounding it has already taken so much from my life and I don’t want it to
take any more from me.
I want this to be a match more than I could ever
express. But if it’s not, it will not slay me. I’m done with being knocked down
and I am going to win. I don’t know exactly when I will win, but I know I will.
