Children, we are all touched by them, in one way or another. Some of us have our own. Who we love and cherish every day of our lives. Who we spend countless hours worrying about. Who we carefully nurture and teach. We pray that they grow strong and healthy. We pray that they become upright, honest, loving and God fearing adults. Most of all, we love and cherish them for what they are....a gift of love from our heavenly Father.
Children are a special gift to us, from God. Far too many people, however, feel that children are an inconvenience. An obstacle that must be overcome. With the escalating rise in adolescent sex, abortion has become a very popular means of birth control. Far too many people believe that the unborn child is just a mass of tissue. They couldn't be further from the truth. From the moment of conception, the embryo is a living being. Destined for possible greatness. But, through the atrocity of abortion, hundreds of thousands of lives are snuffed out before they have been given a chance.
Abortion is NOT the answer to unwanted pregnancies. If you find yourself pregnant and thinking of having an abortion, PLEASE, talk with pro-life people. Surf the 'net' for sites that can give you many alternatives. Contact your church and talk with the Priest or Pastor. Talk with people that have had abortions. Become as informed as possible. Your unborn child is more than a mass of tissue. It is more than an inconvenient lump growing inside of you.
The abortion industry is a money making market for those involved. The people that provide abortions are NOT looking out for your best interests. They are just doing a dirty job. They care not if you hemorrhage, if you become depressed, or even, if you die, as a result of the abortion. Lately, there has been much in the news of women dying while undergoing abortions. These women are not given medical treatment to save their lives. They are left in a room, alone, to die an agonizing death. Do you want to take such a chance? The people at the abortion clinics are not trained in saving lives. They are trained in taking them.
Each and every incident of abortion causes our Blessed Virgin Mother and Her Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ, much pain and anguish.
In 1972, as I was walking home
from high school and was offered a ride by an adult male acquaintance of
mine. This man had a horse that he let me ride, whenever I wanted and being
the horse crazy teen-ager that I was, I jumped at the chance to be around
him, if only to stay on his good side and be able to continue riding his
horse. Ah, the innocence of youth.
Instead of taking me home, this man took me to a secluded area and raped me. Being a prideful and head-strong young woman, I kept it to myself. Until six weeks later, when I started getting sick every morning. My Mother, suspecting I might have mono, had me go to the doctor. There, they did a variety of tests, including a pregnancy test. Turns out, I had gotten pregnant by that rape. My secret was out. I had to tell my parents. Fearing the worst, I steeled myself and showed my Mother the receipt from the doctor. She asked me how such a thing had happened. I told her, leaving out the details. When my Father came home, my Mother told him. I waited in my room. waited for the angry explosion. But it never came. My parents were angry, but not at me. At the man that had done this to me. They decided that an abortion was in order.
They called our family doctor and a complete psychological exam for me was ordered.
I spent 15 minutes with this doctor. In that short time, he asked me how I liked school, if I had many friends and what I thought and felt about being pregnant. 'Yes', 'Yes', and 'I hadn't really thought about it.'
From these answers, he decided that carrying a child to term would be harmful for my psychological health, so an abortion was scheduled.
Now, in the early 70's, in Wisconsin, abortion was illegal, unless it was proven that the pregnancy would be harmful to the mother.
From the few questions that he asked me, he assumed that I was in too fragile a state to have a child. Hmm, sounds like a set-up to me.
Anyway, a week later, I was admitted into the University of Wisconsin Hospital and a D&C was performed. I remained in the hospital for three days, as the procedure was considered surgery.
This was not spoken of very often.
'Some things are better off unsaid'.
In 1975, I became pregnant
again. This time, I was an adult. I was the one to decide what to do about
this 'problem'. My friends told me to abort. My family was torn between
abortion and adoption. Everyone was worried about my 'future'. Hmm, what
about the tiny life I was carrying? Didn't he/she deserve a future? So,
I made the decision to carry this child to term and then place he/she for
adoption. in May of 1976, I gave birth to a son. I got to know that small
child of mine for three months and then it was time to sign the papers,
relinquishing my parental rights. The judge asked me if anyone was co-ercing
me into placing him for adoption. "No", I told him. That "I was doing it
out of love". That "I felt it was the only way he would be able to have
a loving and stable family and life. I wanted him to have a chance to be
Afterwards, I had a friend drop me off at a church. I don't remember what church it was. I only knew that I HAD to go there. It was the first time in seven years I had gone to a church (other than weddings and funerals).
My friends? They chastised me for 'giving away' my son. They wondered how I could do such a hateful thing! These same people that had pushed me to have an abortion. Somehow, it was OK to kill my child, but not Ok to help him have a decent life. To this day, I do not understand their thinking.
This is my son, a few days before he exited my life, to start a new one with a family that had waited years for a child. I often wonder what my aborted child would look like.
So, I have been on both sides
of the pro-life debate. I have experienced first-hand the choices that
are available. I pray that my son is healthy and happy. That, someday,
he will come knocking on my door, and I can tell him that I gave him up
because I loved him.
I grieve for my poor little un-born babe. Who will never know the sun on his face. Never know the majesty of a sunrise. Never know the pain of a broken heart. Never feel the warm and tender touch of a loving embrace.
I grieve, yet I also rejoice, for I know that he is with the Lord. Safe and secure in His love and protection.
Any young woman that finds herself pregnant, and is in a quandary as to what to do, trust me, abortion is NOT the answer. It does not solve things. It may be a 'quick fix' for what is perceived as a problem, but, believe me, the ramifications stay with you a lifetime and beyond. The guilt that follows you throughout your life is a very heavy burden. Your life may not be damaged, but, trust me, your soul is. Plus, IT JUST IS NOT RIGHT TO TAKE A LIFE, whether that life is but six tiny cells or a walking talking person.
Ladies, since time immortal,
we have been taught and conditioned to be subservient to men. We get less
pay, poorer housing, less benefits. Why, even our shoes aren't made as
durable as mens. Woman continue to be considered second class citizens.
If you dress for comfort on a hot summer day, you are considered to be
an easy mark, sexually. Wear shorts and a tank top, and far too many men
take it as an advertisement for sexual realtions. PLEASE, be careful. Rape
is something that occurs at an ever alarming rate. The sad truth is that
the perpetrater is most often someone that is well known to the victem.
Ladies, go with your inner feelings. If you get any bad 'vibes' from a man, be they a boyfriend, an relative, a stranger or an aquaintance, listen to your inner voice.
Do what you can to never be alone with that person. Stay on your guard at all times. Your body is too precious a thing to be sullied and defiled by someone in a moment of their own selfish passion and dominance.
During the 1970's, there was a popular song entitled, 'An Open Letter
To My Teen-age Son'.
What I am enclosing here, I call, "An Open Letter From An Unborn Child'.
I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap. He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken.
I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened.
I was so excited when I began realizing my existence. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place.
I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.
Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.
Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry.
I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon.
I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you.
I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.
That same day, the most horrible thing happened.
A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.
I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me.
Maybe you never heard me.
The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming,
"Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."
Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.
Then the monster started ripping my arm off.
It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop.
Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.
Though I was in such complete pain, I realized I was dying.
I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.
I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy.
Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered.
Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.
I wanted more than anything to be your daughter.
No use now, for I was dying a painful death.
I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.
I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone,
but I didn't know the words you could understand.
And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them;
I was dead.
I felt myself rising.
I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place.
I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.
The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap.
He said He loved me, and He was my Father.
Then I was happy.
I asked Him what the thing was that killed me.
He answered, "Abortion.
I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels."
I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl.
I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live.
I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful.
It sucked my arm and legs off and finally got all of me.
It was impossible to live.
I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you.
I didn't want to die.
Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.
Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.
Please be careful.
Your Baby Girl
Remember, abortion IS murder.