ABORTION: A baby’s point of view
Guys,if you get this.read it & don’t get a girl pregnant.
Girls,read
on. > >Dear Mommy, > >I am in Heaven now, sitting on God’s lap. He
loves me
and cries with me; >for >my heart has been broken. >I so wanted to be
your
little girl. I don’t quite understand what has >happened. I was so
excited
when I began realizing my existence. > >I was in a dark, yet
comfortable
place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was >pretty far along in my
developing, yet not near ready to leave my >surroundings. I spent most
of
my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my >earliest days, I felt a
special
bonding between you and me. > >Sometimes I heard you crying and I
cried
with you. Sometimes you would yell >or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy
yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you >would be better soon. I
wondered
why you cried so much.One day you cried >almost all of the day. I hurt
for
you. I couldn’t imagine why you were so >unhappy. That same day, the
most
horrible thing happened. > >A very mean monster came into that warm,
comfortable place I was in. I was >so scared, I began screaming, but
you
never once tried to help me. Maybe >you >never heard me. The monster
got
closer and closer as I was screaming and >screaming, “Mommy, Mommy,
help me
please; Mommy ,help me.” Complete terror >is >all I felt. I screamed
and
screamed until I thought I couldn’t anymore. > >Then the monster
started
ripping my arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can >never explain. It
didn’t stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in >horror as it
ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain, I was >dying. I
knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love >me.
I
wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make >you
happy. I couldn’t; all my dreams were shattered . Though I was in
utter
pain >and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I
wanted
more >than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a
painful >death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had
done to you. > >I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone,
but
I didn’t know >the words you could understand. And soon, I no longer
had
the breath to say >them; I was dead. > >I felt myself rising. I was
being
carried by a huge angel into a big >beautiful place. I was still
crying,
but the physical pain was gone. The >angel took me to God and set me on
His
lap. He said He loved me, and He was >my Father. Then I was happy. I
asked
Him what the thing was that killed me. >He answered,“Abortion. I am
sorry,
my child; for I know how it feels.” I >don’t know what abortion is;I
guess
that’s the name of the monster. > >I’m writing to say that I love you
and
to tell you how much I wanted to be >your little girl. I tried very
hard to
live. I wanted to live. I had the >will, but I couldn’t; the monster
was
too powerful. It sucked my arm and >legs off and finally got all of me.
It
was impossible to live. I just >wanted >you to know I tried to stay
with
you. I didn’t want to die. > >Also, Mommy, please watch out for that
abortion monster. >Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go
through the kind of pain I >did. Please be careful.
Love,
Your Baby Girl
