The thread doesn’t need a narcissist styled post and this isn’t my intention here. With this said...
I suppose we all have near miss stories with the grim reaper, whether they be about car accidents, motorcycle wrecks, illness etc. But the thing that sticks out for me this last year was writing my religious exemption for work when I researched the cell lines being used in the harmaceutical industry. I was an out of wedlock child born in a Northern European country (and raised in an orphanage for a year and a half) in a country from where many of those cell lines originated and born during the time frame from which they ere gathered.
I always knew how fortunate I was to have survived the abortionist option and have been forever grateful that my mom loved her baby more than she tried to hide her shame, but as I researched the cell line places of origin, my level of horror and gratitude escalated even further as I’ve contemplated how utterly fortunate I am that it wasn’t me that was harvested alive for a cell line and so thankful to our Creator.
Those poor innocents.
...enough about me though.
Chill bump story. Thanks for posting.
+1
I’d say you have an ironclad exemption.
Glad you are here!