What I Have Learned About Abortion

Human beings have the uncanny ability to use, what I like to call, Selective Memory. Those memories that are pleasant we tend to nourish, while, the ones that hurt us we wrap in neat little packages and store them away in the very backs of our minds. These horrible pictures are viewed, distressed over, maybe even commented on, but, inevitably they get pushed way back into the deepest, darkest parts of our memory so as not to interupt our day to day life.
When a young lady has found herself pregnant, whether by rape or ignorance, she will look for a way to escape the pain of having to deal with her "misfortune". This young lady will begin to seek for answers and may turn to her parents (which is not the likely choice), her pastor, her friends, or a Family Planning Center. In any case, she will get all kinds of advice; everything from all the horrible pictures and the damnation of having an abortion to how easy it is to get an abortion, it's done and over with in a couple of hours and your life will go on as planned.
Pro-choice Activists are just as numreous as Pro-life Activists and the young lady's own despair will cause her to listen to what the Pro-choice Activists have to say, regardless to what she may feel in her heart, because they will offer the fastest and easiest way out, "life will go on as planned", and so the repulsive pictures of mangled babies will not be allowed to surface into the conscious mind.
I know this because I have been there. What I want to share with you is a few of the pictures that represent the constant nightmares that one seldom hears about and we are totally incapable of packing them away in the backs of our minds. They are the pictures that tormented me for 23 years until God helped me to forgive myself for the horrible thing that I had done.
I HAD KILLED MY BABY.
Everytime I heard a baby cry, when I was subjected to the happiness of a new parent, even during the time that I carried and then gave birth to my son, the pure and simple pleasures of a newborn child was always overshadowed by the realization of "the abortation" I had gotten. To hear statements such as "Abortion is the most hideous sin", would rip my soul off of it's axis and send my heart back into the torture chambers of despair. My childhood dream - a house full of kids, a yard full of chickens, and a good dog - would forever be haunted and overpowered by the guilt and regret of what was supposed to have been the end of my dilemma.
I had found myself pregnant with a child that would have always represented a dark place in my life so I aborted the pregnancy, never dreaming that "the abortion" would always be the darkest, loneliest, most tormenting and eternal nightmare.
I did not escape my dilemma, I traded it for a sentence to
HELL on EARTH.

(A picture can say a thousand words but in my agony there were billions of words and these pictures can only give you a vague idea of what the real torment was like)



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