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One percent is closer to 10th generation. We get 50% from each parent. Thus 25%each grandparent, so on and so forth. This was explained to me by my doctor who had to run a DNA test for a blood genetic anomaly that was listed by the doctors who read them as “ gene specific anomaly unknown".He ran a very gene specific DNA test that turned out to be a book 576 pages! Most you get 3 or 4 that also tries to help you find region of origin, migration patterns. I did an Ancestry and a 23 & Me on my own. They did not touch the doctors except 23 & Me was closer. It showed I had 963 Markers for having descended from The Neander Region that later became part of Germany, thus 963 genetically marked as Neanderthal. I did not know what that meant and their “instructions on how to interpret the findings" was clear as mud! So I took it to my physician that I see monthly and he printed it out of my phone". He studied it without me paying extra for the medical, even though I do answer their medical questionnaires when they send them due to the “weird" genetic markers. It furthers medical research like why some children of diabetics are not prone to get diabetes while others are. Other diseases as well. They never give me “findings" on their medical perusal. Frustrating to say the least.My doctor highlighted two areas he was very interested in. 1-certain medications that are new and work very well on other patients do not work on me at all. It is hard with the discontinuation of many “older drugs". 2-My hyper immunity to sleep. Like today I am going on my 5th day of no sleep. I have had sleep studies. MRI's, CAT Scans, no abnormal brain activity at all. You name a study I have had it. Broken bones, nope my bones have exceptional “tensile strength". I have bruised so badly they've sworn my arm was broken. I use to break horses, got thrown plenty never broke a bone. The caballeros in Texas on our ranch thought it unfair. I was a girl, started at 9 by listening to the talk about “diablo horse, can't be broke, Senor. Sell to glue factory or rodeo he make AAA Rodeo good money. He no can be rode, Senor.He el diablo in horse. No more they try to break.”So I wait until everybody is asleep, go out to his paddock. He started kicking up his heels, stiff leg landing, shaking his head getting wild eyed, snorting tossing snot 10 feet, runs right up to me. I placed a breathing rope, not a hackamore bit, I think they are cruel. A short rope you tie a special way it slides right across his nose, he can't breathe if you apply enough pressure. I rigged it where it ran to my “stirrups". Another rope rigged idea of mine. I got him in a loading station, like rodeo’s use. Wedged him in tight, rigged a double rope to turn him loose r e a l l y slow. Not fast where he could break out bucking. I was also only on a saddle blanket. After slowly opening the stantion(they can be used to doctor pink eye or give shots required to sell beef, horses, etc.) Not a shute. Shutes are opened quickly, cowboys scatter so as not to get trampled. I also grabbed a handful of mane. He tried bucking but the more he bucked the tighter my ropes from his snout and the two places on his under belly by my rope stirrups. They compressed his lungs. Horses will take in extra air to try to make a saddle loose so you lose your seat because a saddle slides sideways. I have seen novice riders want to “saddle her/him myself so he gets use to me doing it” at a riding academy here close to where I live. Nope, kick that heretofore “Rocking Chair Rider" into a full gallop, watch the saddle slide 1/4 turn dislodging the rider. The horse walks a few feet looking back at the person on the ground as if to say,”What are you doing down there. I am suppose to go back to the barn for a rubdown, fresh water, and a quarter bucket of oats! You getting back on or what?” At the time we had riders that would “follow" under the guise of exercising our lodged horses. We did this once a week for people who'd only come maybe once a week to actually ride.My doctor thought he needed my pediatric medical files. He was surprised that my father had copies of every xray I ever had as a child. My dad actually had them in a sleeve that prohibited breakdown. Some he had transferred to slides! He even paid to have them on reel to reels, then when VCR's came out he had 6, 8 hour VCR Tapes. He said he did it because,” Noone is gonna believe this “sheite"(but that's an acceptable Quora version).When my doctor read that report from my father, he ordered another type DNA test. He asked if I would mind being a “living donor". He explained that possibly children with brittle bone disease and other anomalies of genetic nature can be treated by my donations, even blood. It scares me because I already know my relatives have exceptional life spans, barring things like pneumonia, my paternal grandmother was 98 when she got an antibiotic resistant strain. My bio dad(sperm donor), died at 83 from lung cancer but he started smoking roll-your-owns, when he got a job he went to Phillip Morris, then Camel non filter everything! He started smoking at 11 rolling Prince Albert in the big round cans. He sold the to The Penny Loafer Boys for a penny a piece! He took out just enough to buy the PA, papers use to be free. The big can got you ten packages! Saved everything else and bought his first car at 15 a Canary Yellow Chevy. Long nose, hood ornament, roll tuck leather seats, brown of course. It was a 42 Chevy. He bought it off a guy going into the army. I think it was like $895 new but my dad bought it with penny cigarette money at school that had outhouses, etc. He paid $590 for tha G.I.’s car! I am still ashamed of that story my grandmother told me. IRA was 15 in 1945. Grandma said he drove her anywhere she wanted to go. He was only 5′5” and 100 pounds at 15. He made carved rubber blocks to fit the paddles. He actually took old blue jeans great grandma made quilts out of and measured the seat and made him an 8 inch cushion stuffed with cotton batting very tightly so it wouldn't sag. I must admit he was raised by women. He never told the boys he made his own cowboy shirts. His grandma made his church clothes.I must tell you I met my mother at 18, my bio dad at 14 he came to get me for a summer basically blackmailing my dad. My grandmother, his mom took me to a childless friend of hers. She use to work with the wife. She saw bruises on me that did not look like normal two year old accidents". One happened to be a partial handprint on the front of my thigh. That night when she went to bathe me she called a cab and took me to th E.R. This was before DHS. SO the hospital called the police, my grandmother applied through court for custody. There's more but it's very painful. It all happen when I was older, starting at 13 when he thought I was old enough to babysit for free for long enough him to take women to movies. That's a whole other can of worms.