Note: I am not naming any names in this post. It's not my wish to co-opt someone else's story or cause embarrassment for specific people. So I will be as vague as I can be although friends will probably know who I am referring to. I write this because it's very close to my heart and brings up a perspective for honesty is the best policy. Wednesday morning I woke up to a text message from my granddaughter that she’d had notification from a genealogy website that her DNA had matched to a guy in the UK. A few years ago she had asked for a DNA kit for Christmas; at the time she was fascinated with family history given that her mother's father was out of the picture and her father was adopted. For the first few years, the matches haven't shown anything too helpful to her, lots of names that really couldn't be linked because either the person hadn't created a tree (how is it that people will do the Ancestry DNA thing and then NOT create a tree with the information