The Annoyed Army

I'm not airing any dirty laundry here, as I have none of this style to air. Somewhere in the mid-70s, when I was still single, was when I sorted out my views on abortion. The key question for me was, "What is 'it'?" When I answered that question, that a living, unique human being was being killed, that decided my view of abortion.

It was some years later when abortion became personal to me. My wife and I (and our infant daughter) met some friends who had recently adopted a girl. We learned from them that the birth mother had considered having an abortion, but chose instead to give up her girl for adoption. For the first time I held in my arms and looked in the face a child who had escaped the abortionist. For the last 20+ years, this girl, now a young woman, who might have been aborted has been our daughter's best friend (and a close friend to our other two children who were born later).

This young lady was the first abortion escapee I met, but not the last. She has a younger sister and a younger brother who were also adopted by her parents, who also could have been aborted, and also are some of our children's closest friends. Abortionists could have deprived my children of their best friends. Three other families with whom we are friends have also adopted children - eight among the three families - who also could have been killed by abortionists. Two other families among our friends conceived their first children prior to being married, were urged to abort, but did not. It's one thing to know that abortionists kill children; it's quite another to meet and befriend children who might have been killed but whose mothers chose to give them life.