Speaking of deformities. My best friend told me Saturday that his nephew, who was diagnosed in-vitro with Downs Syndrome, graduated with honors from St. Anslem’s. Apparently medicine is not an exact science because after his mother chose to carry him to term, he was born perfectly healthy.
ALSO.., here’s one for you... (and anyone...)....
Ask one of these deformed people, who have grown up being that way from birth defects and/or other problems that hamper their life — and see if they wish that they had been aborted before being born.
I would be surprised to find any of those who would say they wished that they had been aborted...
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[there might be one or two, as there always are exceptions to the rule in just about every instance of anything you talk about — but, I’m willing to bet *as a rule* — you will find that just about *all* are happy to be alive... and not aborted...]
he was born perfectly healthy.
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Same with my landlady’s last baby. The Nurse-Midwife was able to use the medical information to bring her husband home from Iraq, though. I would say God had a hand in that. He would have been with his unit when one was killed and the others wounded. God knew he needed to be alive . . . they have “her kids” “their kids” and “relatives kids” and have an 8 bedroom house (originally a three bedroom house) with 6 bathrooms (orig. 2) for 12 family members.