The March for Life in DC was an inspiring event. I stayed up to date with coverage, admiring the turnout of passionate, pro-life Catholics and Christians from across the nation. The support people poured forth for this cause was uplifting…but there was also a whole lot of hate. Even our own President tweeted in support of Roe v. Wade that Wednesday, calling it “a historic victory for women’s health.”
I respect our nation’s leaders… but it just doesn’t make sense. I don’t understand how, as Americans, we could take pride in the Roe v. Wade decision, something that’s about way more than “women’s health.” It marks a degradation of human dignity, a degradation that we see daily. It reaches from the murder of the unborn to the constant glorification of promiscuous celebrities and habits.
As humans, we are better than this. We are worthy of more dignity than our culture leads us to believe. We are not clumps of cells that can easily be disposed of. We are not meaningless vessels meant to twerk, drink, and party our hearts out. There’s something INSIDE, something that tells us we are destined for more. How are we ignoring this? How are we missing the big picture? How can we not see that there’s more to life — more to OUR lives — than we could ever imagine.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand the pro-choice perspective. I don’t say this because I am closed-minded. I have tried to grasp it, I promise. But the thing is, I was nearly aborted. And if the pro-choicers are right, then I had no value. I should have been aborted. If the pro-choicers are right, I would be dead.
And considering how things have gone so far in my 17 years of not being dead, I’d have to say life’s a pretty cool thing.
Let me explain. It’s a story I don’t always go into, but it’s the reason I have such a personal connection to the pro-life cause.
My mother was having a lot of trouble with me during her pregnancy. Already a mother to two young children and wife of a loving husband, she had a lot going for her. Several times, she thought she had miscarried. After these constant issues continued, her doctor ran some tests, which revealed a high likelihood that I would be born with Down’s Syndrome and severe chromosomal defects. In fact, the doctor had said, giving birth to me could even kill my mother.
The doctor suggested I be aborted. Why risk dying for this one child? Why leave your two perfect children alone to give birth to a messed up defect?
Even I’ll admit abortion seemed like the smart option. But luckily, my mom had faith (and had Faith). She didn’t abort me. No matter how messed up I was, she would take care of me, and if that meant losing her own life in the process, well she was willing to trust it was a part of God’s plan.
At 2:52 pm, I was born. I was perfect, the doctor said. My mom cried. My dad cried. Even the doctor cried. My mom had faith, so that’s what she named me.
Now I’m no Albert Einstein. I’m just an average teenager. But I’d like to think I can change the world; that’s the plan, at least. I’d also like to think that just in my short 17 years of life, I have made someone’s life better.
It’s weird to think that someone didn’t want me alive. It’s weird to think I am the exception to the norm. In most cases like mine, I probably wouldn’t be alive. I’m lucky, I’m lucky to have had a faithful, trusting, and supportive family.
Abortion is not a step forward in women’s health. It’s a step backward for humanity. It justifies murder. It’s not about women’s rights. It’s about me, you, us, the human population. It’s not even solely about women. Women, men, we were all at one point in our lives helpless fetuses. Our lives weren’t in our hands.
At any moment, someone else could have made the decision that you were unwanted, that you would be inconvenient. They could have killed you.
It’s difficult to put ourselves in the position of the unborn, but for me and countless others, this threat of death was a reality.
Aren’t you glad you didn’t die? Aren’t you glad someone decided to keep you?
I know I am.
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