I also was abandoned in a cardboard box wrapped in a towel in an catholic church in anchorage in November 1973. Your story really touched me. I have often thought of doing the DNA test. I would like to know something about my ancestry. It is its own kind of loneliness as you said. I have never meet anyone with a similar story to mine. I have often thought about trying to find my biological parents but it seems so remote. Thank you for writing this story.