I used to do prayer vigils outside Planned Parenthood in Boston. It seemed like every other girl was crying and was being led in by the arm by her mother.
I often wondered what it would be like to know that your mother wanted your child dead.
I saw the same thing when I used to do prayer vigils in New York - middle-aged mothers pulling their teary young daughters into the "clinic." I'm sure if they'd gotten her to New York, they could have managed to carry it off in some way.
That just sickens me.
I've no doubts, there are some grown women who can look back to the day they didn't abort their wonderful child, and because those "crazy" radicals were vigiling in front of the clinic. How many women to this day won't, in their heart, acknowledge to themselves, they were visited by an angel, you, that day.