i guess a good place to start would be WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE WORLD?!?! that's a big generalization; and how i DO know it...
but let's start with the predominant that's been stewing in my brain for the last couple of weeks: abortion... a big topic... i understand that... and I'm sorry for any of my pro-abortion friends who end up reading this... but my mind must be spoken...
i was adopted... my mom could of aborted me. She was middle-aged, already had quite a few kids, never had a husband; she wasn't even living with my birth-father, to whom she was (obviously) not married. when i was born, i was in a good christian foster home for two weeks while my parents sorted out the adoption papers. But alas! Calamity struck when my birth-father decided he wanted to try to play a game with my future... he spoke of trying to get guardianship of tiny, infant moi. Luckily, he never got the opportunity to get me. The adoption papers were signed and thus i am here. i made a short-story of my birth i know. but think about it... for any of my friends reading this... what if i HAD been aborted? Some of you would have one less best friend...
second story... my boyfriend, justin....
Justin's mom, (who's name i will not reveal for safety purposes) was a teenage pregnancy... she could have easily aborted the love of my life... but did she? non, instead she chose to keep the marvelous, hidden treasure pile that is my justin.
two beautiful people... could easily have been aborted... what's your story? no matter what it is, you could just have easily been aborted...
And upon further prying i have discovered that a baby fetus has a faint little heartbeat anywhere from 18 to 22 days (about 5 weeks)
i could give all sorts of statistics... one of my friends did a whole paper on the actual abortion process... it's so brutal... you are literally ripping apart all the tiny fragments of opportunity that that itty-bitty life could have had. A woman who gets an abortion could be killing a world-changer.
Thinking about abortion makes me wanna cry... i don't talk about it with most people because i know if they don't agree with me, i'll get angry. don't ask me why, it's very complicated to explain. but that's just the way i am. and that's just what i think and what i believe...
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