Posted on 10/27/2014 12:16:40 PM PDT by wagglebee
The pro-life movement is blessed to have quite a number of former abortion practitioners, abortion clinic operators, and abortion facility staff who are now passionately pro-life. They are some of the leading figures talking about the horrors of what goes on in abortion clinics — where unborn babies and women are both violated by abortions.
In many cases, what led them to exit the abortion industry was a confrontation with abortion itself and a final awakening of their senses that they were involved the the sad and tragic destruction of human life.
On her Facebook page, Abby Johnson shares the story of an abortion worker who called it quits on August 8th. She was concerned about quitting because of the adverse financial impact it would have on her family. After all, the abortion industry and jobs in it are lucrative.
Here is her story:
“I left the abortion clinic I worked at August 8th. My husband and I were in no shape financially for me to leave and there were many great perks that came with my job there. I had excellent pay, health and life insurance that were no cost to me, three weeks of paid vacation annually, tuition reimbursement, and 401K that they would match dollar for dollar to what I contributed.
Every morning as I walked in I would hear a kind voice outside the fence, a bit distanced from the shouting crowd, that would offer to help me find a new job. I usually ignored it. I sat behind bullet proof glass every day and watched the sad, hardened faces of so many women walk up the steps to the clinic and walk out drugged, teary eyed, and heartbroken.
I was set up to start training in the pathology lab in the coming weeks and I was scheduled one day just to “sit in” and see what happens in there.
In a tiny room with a “Biohazard” sign on the door I met God. In tiny little petri dishes, neatly displayed with a patient’s name sprawled on each label with the giant letters POC printed on them were the tiny little faces of God’s children. Some of them weren’t recognizably human but most of them clearly were. There I sat face to face with about twenty people. Twenty people who you couldn’t see walk through the door, twenty people who didn’t get to plead their case in the counseling room, twenty people whose little hearts were barely able to beat, twenty people who didn’t get a choice, twenty people who would be tossed in a freezer at the end of the day to wait and be carted off to a burn site as medical waste. Medical Waste or Product of Conception were the only names these people would ever be given.
I left work that day with such a heavy sorrow in my heart. I have never felt those type of intense emotions before. I prayed to God that night to show me a way out. I shamefully went into work the next morning and I heard the kind voice outside the fence again. But everything was different that day. I decided when I left I was going to reach out to these people and I wasn’t going to remain a part of this.”
I was pro-choice. I thought what the school taught me to think. That is was ‘just a clump of cells’ and that it wasn’t a life. That it was no different than an unknown miscarriage.
I believed what I was taught, but I was never comfortable with it. I knew in my heart that I could never have an abortion.
In 1989, I was raped. A month later, after a missed period, I had a pregnancy scare from that rape. (Turns out that stress can make you miss a period) As I sat in the waiting room for hours, waiting for my test results, I had to have a heart-to-heart with myself.
What if I was pregnant with my rapist’s baby?
For hours, I wrestled with myself. With my fears and my hopes.
But it all boiled down to one conclusion.
I was not a product of my parents’ morality. I was my own person, not branded by *their* sin.
And my child would be innocent. My child would be pure. Their own person. Whole and deserving of an opportunity for life.
I was no longer afraid when my name was called and the results of the blood test came back. I’d made up my mind.
That I would love that child MORE because of how it was conceived. That I would be MORE grateful. That I would turn my hurt, fear, guilt, anger and bitterness from the rape into love for my child.
The tests were negative.
But I’d had my change of heart.
ALL babies are innocent. All life is pure. All life is deserving.
I’d already had angels whispering in my ear for the past year, but that experience cemented it.
I’d been lied to and I refused to accept that lie.
I’ve saved two babies from abortion by sharing my story with frightened mothers and by agreeing to help them. There are two girls alive on this earth because I wasn’t afraid to admit that I was wrong. Both beautiful and whole people.
Thank you for sharing your powerful story.
I missed the part where Abby was asking for your sympathy. What does that even mean?
Right-o. Same with that Saul of Tarsus guy.
Marie, this is simply drenched with the blessings of God. I feel confident you will go on saving lives with your story-— because God intends to make much good out of this.
BUMP
Hallelujah, Marie!
It’s good that there are those that can speak for others actions.
If you’re a Facebooker, please post.
If you’re a Facebooker, please post.
If you’re a Facebooker, please post.
In person, I am very soft-spoken. I rarely broach political topics. But in 2008, when people told me that they were voting for Obama, I made sure that they knew about this.
None admitted to caring.
— There are two girls alive on this earth because I wasn’t afraid to admit that I was wrong. —
Bless you and thank you, Jesus.
I’d been lied to and I refused to accept that lie.
Abortion comes from the 'father of lies', it's natural that abortionists lie about what they do.
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