Posted on 02/16/2014 7:28:00 PM PST by OneVike
I found this back in 1998, and have had it in a file under abortion since. I just ran across it looking for something else and wanted to share it.
Every time I read it I could not get through it without my eyes welling up with tears.
Some FReepers know this, but for those who don't, I am the product of a rape, and but for the fact that abortion was not legal and readily accessible in 1956, I am convinced my Mother would have aborted me.
I am the youngest of 8 children, and we were literally dirt poor. My Mother was not very strong willed, so it would have been very easy to convince her at the time to abort me. As it was, we lived on government cheese, powdered milk, beans, and what ever they could afford to buy on my Fathers odd jobs he could get and my Mothers job as a waitress.
The photo above is my family in Fargo Nd. My Mother is holding me in the doorway of our home. We moved to Duluth shortly after the pic was taken. We were not too much different from most large families, accept we struggled. I will never complain, because it helped to instill in me a desire to work hard so I would never have to count on handouts.
Even after we began getting handouts from the government after Johnson began his "Great Society" program I was not thrilled with getting things handed to me. I knew where it came from, and I promised myself as a boy. Yes, I was ashamed to use my free lunch card a school, and many times I never ate lunch, but again that just made me realize that scraping to make ends meet was not a good thing.
Being the youngest of 8 kids meant that my Christmas gifts consisted of cloths, or hand me down toy. I learned how to fix bikes to make them work, and be satisfied with a used Chemistry set and other used toys for gifts.
I liked what my friends had and learned that if I cut grass for the neighbors while helping little old ladies on the weekends doing chores around their homes and other odd jobs that I could buy things I saw my friends getting as gifts. By 12 I got a paper rout that had 180 customers I delivered papers to 7 days a week.
At 16 I met a girl at a skating rink who spent the weekend with me. Instead of shooting me her father gave me a job at his lumber yard driving a fork lift until he was satisfied she wasn't pregnant. Two Months later I got fired, dropped out of school to joined the army.
I am now 57 years old, and there has been many lessons in my life. I have experienced pain, heartache, and the joys of living in this once great country, but it would never have happened if abortion was legal in 1956 when my Mother had a very, very terrible day.
I thank God every day I wake up, and every night I lay my head on my pillow. When i read the story of the little girl aborted, I can only imagine that but for God, there go I.
I share this only because someone will inevitably say I am a man and I have no clue, so it should only be the woman's choice. I would strongly argue that the baby has a choice, and if it survives the womb, in time it will chose life. I know I do.
How many Freepers will have the courage to “bump” and share this, that your blessed voice may not be ignored? BUMP!
Tomorrow in West Virginia they meet at the State Capitol to vote to try once again to pass a law banning abortions after 20 weeks (fetal pain law).
Please pray that this passes. Most here are democrats.
Charleston, WV has two abortion mills and we really need this passed.
Both the article and your story are powerful. I once heard it’s not what life dishes out to us that should be the focus but how we handle it.
Your mom isn’t just holding you but hugging you. Bless your mom and dad! Thanks for sharing.
You know you are standing at the gates of hell once you’ve prayed outside an abortion clinic.
A day never goes by that I don’t recall with fondness my dear old Mother. She was the best person I ever knew, at times it was almost unbelievable just how kind and gentle she could be.
She left us at age 85 to be with the Lord. I sometimes think God created her just to be the Mother of 5 little babies.
I know the Marines motto is “Semper Fidelis”. The same could be said of Mother. Always faithful.
What a tragedy for so many who never even get to breathe their first breath let alone experience the love of their parents.
Thanks for posting this.
My Mom passed away at 84. My wife told me that she thought my Mom treated me like I was her favorite.
I don’t know if that’s true, but I never ever felt like she didn’t love me.
I couldn’t agree more
Bump.
thank you.
God bless your sharing.
I know one thing for sure.
The LORD will have His day.
bttt
“I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus’ lap. He loves me and cries with me;”
No more tears in heaven, thankfully!
Yes, every knee shall bend and every tongue shall confess that He is lord.
Bump.
Damn.
just...
damn.
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