I saw the most horrific images today that I have ever seen in my life.
My english class met in the library to learn about our library's database and how to operate everything for a big paper we're writing. As she explained everything I already knew how to do, I began thinking of a topic to write about. We have to pick something, choose a side and then argue it. I was originally thinking stem cell research since I have a background in studying that. So as I'm looking through the various sites on Google, I got the sudden feeling that I needed to study abortion. I have always been pro-life, never doubted for a day. I really really detest the subject but something said I needed to do it.
So I typed in 'abortion' to the search line and hit enter. Several sites came up and I clicked on one that was only two or three down. It explained the "definition" of abortion which is really just killing your unborn child. So I scrolled down and it explained the various methods used. I have read about these and they horrified me just as much now as the day I first read about them.
Then came the notice that images below would not be suitable for children and they should read no further. Well, I'm not a child and decided to chance my luck. It definitely wasn't a good idea. The pictures were of aborted babies. They were absolutely horrific. If there were a stronger word I could use then I would but I can't think of any.
One of them was from a method where they burn the baby with acid. This perfect little baby lay there, his body black from the burn and this tiny white head. Others were infants with missing limbs from where they rip off their arms and legs (which causes excuciating pain) before they completely kill the baby. There were pictures of discarded limbs, trash bags full of little bodies just to be discarded in the trash as if they were nothing. Throw out the rotted food, the old coke bottle and your little infant. There were pictures of tiny children who had their skulls crushed in another painful method that crushes the baby's skull while still in the womb.
I saw only the beginning pictures and had to fight back tears. I couldn't continue to look any further. I felt sick to my stomach thinking of people that say they are "pro-choice." What about all those little babies? Don't they have a choice? No, they rely on their mothers to protect them and all they can do is kill them in some horrific and excruciating method, simply because they don't feel ready to be a parent, or simply don't want to be.
Then, I leave the library and what should happen to be right outside? A pro-life group setting up a big exhibition with some of those same pictures on enormous posters. As if that didn't make it even worse for me...Then I make it to my German class and I'm really not doing well. Several people kept asking me if I was ok, I definitely wasn't myself. I shrugged off their questions and just said rough morning, I knew I couldn't talk about it and maintain my self-control. Then of course they had to start talking about abortion and the signs outside. I couldn't contribute anything; I still had those awful images searing my mind.
When my mom picked me up from school (the joys of a seizure disorder, I can't drive) I broke down. I essentially started sobbing in the car and told her I couldn't write it. No matter how strongly I felt, I couldn't write about that: having to explain the many ways you can kill your child, or look at those pictures of perfect little babies torn apart, burned and crushed, simply because they were "inconvenient." She told me not to, I knew I would cry with every page written and it would without a doubt be the hardest paper I would ever write. So I am looking at a new topic, something that won't tear me apart. (No pun intended.) This topic I know is especially close to my heart because I have my own little boy, only 5 months. I too was terrified when I found out I was pregnant and knew that feeling that causes women to get abortions. However, I also knew what abortions entailed, although I never saw pictures to really drive it home. I knew I couldn't kill my child because of my mistake. He had every right to live. Now he is sitting on my lap as I write this, babbling away and waving his arms. I look at him and can't imagine not having him. Just deciding to burn him, tear him apart or crush him just because I was scared. Pro-choice people don't realize what exactly they are supporting...if they did, I don't think they could possibly feel the same way. Of course, the people that perform the abortions or even work in the clinics are beyond evil. They kill thousands of infants and people say oh well, it's the mother's choice. Yet those same people object to the death penalty to some man that raped a bunch of young women? It makes no sense to me. Please, if anyone reading this is pro-choice, is considering getting an abortion or knows someone considering an abortion: look up the facts. Read what will truly be done to your baby. It's not some simple procedure of just removing a few cells. No, it's tearing apart a little person, killing the most innocent thing on this planet. There are thousands of couples looking to adopt that little baby, waiting and waiting for one they can take in and call their own. Why not make their dreams come true and give your baby the life he deserves? I gave mine that life and have not once regretted it. I can guarantee though, at some point, every one of those women will regret having killed their children. They will wonder what that small baby would have been like, what that infant could have grown up to become. Maybe one of them would have discovered the cure for cancer but we will never know because they were viciously murdered. Yet people can still look me in the face and say oh no, I'm pro-choice. Well I am pro-life. That infant feels every painful moment of that abortion, it is a living, breathing little person who is completely defenseless. Let your child live; do not kill him just because he is inconvenient. Choose Life.
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