I was born on August 14, 1946. Or so I am told. I was one of those pregnancies, you know, unwanted. While the Right-winger, Evangelicals, and other people that do not think abortion is a good thing, giving the new born a chance at a good life is not the High Minded Moralists is not their concern,
For these hypocrites, the answer is, as it was in Charles Dickens' day: Are there no work houses!
I was given up for adoption. The my maternal grandmother, pushed her daughter to try to raise me and I was cruelly taken to satisfy someone else's morality. That lasted about a year and an one half and then I was taken away by the Welfare Department and then was immediately adopted (as immediate as the state can ever move) and delivered to a wonderful couple in their Mid-Forties.
This was great, but the damage, permanent damage, had already been done. With my real mother I had been neglected and pretty much abused.
I tell you this because were it not for the magnitude of the Love and caring of these two people who became my parents who knows what would have happened to me.
Things like life and death of fetuses is not as clear as it may seem. When there is no help for those tasked with raising an unwanted child bad things happen. It is a very sad thing to see, when people of faith put a wall around their Love. Love is given to those who seek it, free and freely by God.
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