Thursday, September 21, 2006
The Sidewalk
So I was walking to the bus stop after work today when I saw a woman with an orange security blazer outside the abortion clinic. A wave of sadness came over me as I realized that a baby was going to be killed today. The lady with the literature was ten yards down the sidewalk, faint tears still on the inside of her eyes. I shook my head and she nodded in acknowledgment. Both of us knew and felt something so horribly wrong. We kill our own. For whatever the reason, we kill our own.
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When I was in college a friend of mine had me bring her to a clinic for an abortion. One of the things that I remember most about that day was when I went outside to have a smoke a couple of times there were protestors out there and I chatted with them a little.
They wanted me to go back inside and try to talk my friend out of it. I told them that she asked for my help and I wasn't there to make her feel worse. I still think about that from time to time. I know she does too.
One day, the practice of abortion will be looked upon with the same disdain and sadness accorded to the Holocaust, the Stalinist purges, slavery, and every episode of man's inhumanity to man before or since that has been relegated to the ash heap of history.
Hopefully, that day will come sooner rather than later.
Well said, Leo. Ditto that.
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