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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: CC27 on April 02, 2015, 04:01:44 PM
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pnwmom (59,514 posts)
My abortion story
It was my senior year of college and she was my best friend.
After a brief relationship with a boy who ended up dumping her, Susan found herself pregnant. She’d been using a doctor-prescribed method of contraception, but it had failed.
She couldn’t tell her parents; her dad was a minister. She couldn’t tell me – she knew I was Catholic. She must have felt all alone in the world.
So after agonizing in silence for several days, never even hinting she had a problem, she made a nice warm bath and lay down in it. She reached for the razor blade she’d put on the ledge of the tub. With the warm water, it wouldn’t take long to bleed out, and it wouldn’t hurt – much. Less than she had been hurting, anyway.
And then something stopped her. She was filled with peace as her path became clear. She would live. She’d have an abortion, but she would live.
The next day she made an appointment and in a few days had the procedure.
She finally told her father, the minister, who received the news with all the love and support that any parent should. And then she told me. What she had done and why she hadn’t been able to tell me till then.
And I felt terrible – terrible that just knowing I was Catholic (though neither of us ever went to church there) made her think she couldn’t confide in me, that I would judge her or try to stop her.
She almost killed herself because she thought she couldn’t tell her parents or her best friend.
I honestly hadn’t thought much about abortion till then; it was barely on my radar screen. But that was my wake-up call. Ever since, I’ve known that I can’t judge any woman who makes that choice. For whatever reason. She’s the one who has to live with the consequences of any pregnancy, not me. Who am I to tell her what she can or cannot handle?
What if my friend had slit her wrists because she was afraid of confiding in anyone, even me? How would I have lived with that?
Her father the Minster? Had to add that in huh?
http://www.democraticunderground.com/10026450879
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Only 1 :stoner:. Would have given 2 had cops jumped out of some bushes to stop the suicide.
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What an everloving load of bullshit. "Killing my unborn child means I don't have to kill myself! I'm so at peace now! And father will understand that I killed his grandchild instead of confiding in him so he could maybe give me help! Yay, murder!"
:whatever:
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She was filled with peace as her path became clear. She would live. She’d have an abortion, but she would live.
And the life inside her had its head crushed or other body parts torn away.
She finally told her father, the minister, who received the news with all the love and support that any parent should.
No worries though,you spared yourself the burden and obviously the mistaken impression of what the reaction would be.
You bastards are the essence of evil.
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Many abortions are nothing more than shirking responsibility for one's actions.
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pnwmom (59,514 posts)
My abortion story
It was my senior year of college and she was my best friend.
After a brief relationship with a boy who ended up dumping her, Susan found herself pregnant. She’d been using a doctor-prescribed method of contraception, but it had failed.
She couldn’t tell her parents; her dad was a minister. She couldn’t tell me – she knew I was Catholic. She must have felt all alone in the world.
So after agonizing in silence for several days, never even hinting she had a problem, she made a nice warm bath and lay down in it. She reached for the razor blade she’d put on the ledge of the tub. With the warm water, it wouldn’t take long to bleed out, and it wouldn’t hurt – much. Less than she had been hurting, anyway.
And then something stopped her. She was filled with peace as her path became clear. She would live. She’d have an abortion, but she would live.
The next day she made an appointment and in a few days had the procedure.
She finally told her father, the minister, who received the news with all the love and support that any parent should. And then she told me. What she had done and why she hadn’t been able to tell me till then.
And I felt terrible – terrible that just knowing I was Catholic (though neither of us ever went to church there) made her think she couldn’t confide in me, that I would judge her or try to stop her.
She almost killed herself because she thought she couldn’t tell her parents or her best friend.
I honestly hadn’t thought much about abortion till then; it was barely on my radar screen. But that was my wake-up call. Ever since, I’ve known that I can’t judge any woman who makes that choice. For whatever reason. She’s the one who has to live with the consequences of any pregnancy, not me. Who am I to tell her what she can or cannot handle?
What if my friend had slit her wrists because she was afraid of confiding in anyone, even me? How would I have lived with that?
Pheww, nightlife preserved, that was a close one.
Oh well back in the saddle. :wink:
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Pheww, nightlife preserved, that was a close one.
Oh well back on the straddle. :wink:
FIFY
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So after agonizing in silence for several days, never even hinting she had a problem, she made a nice warm bath and lay down in it. She reached for the razor blade she’d put on the ledge of the tub. With the warm water, it wouldn’t take long to bleed out, and it wouldn’t hurt – much. Less than she had been hurting, anyway.
And then something stopped her. She was filled with peace as her path became clear. She would live. She’d have an abortion, but she would live.
That is really sick and twisted that you think this way. She would live? and the other human would die. But that's okay!
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Many abortions are nothing more than shirking responsibility for one's actions.
Yes. I know that for a fact. The one's that deny it are the sad one's.
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Yes. I know that for a fact. The one's that deny it are the sad one's.
Many live to regret it, but it's a sad fact. I know from experience, too.
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Many live to regret it, but it's a sad fact. I know from experience, too.
If you didn't regret it you have no soul and were lost to begin with.
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If the answer isn't "have an abortion" then was there really a problem in the first place?
Anyway, what kind of low-life decides to commit suicide, backs out, and then goes and blabs about it?
"I was going to off myself because my dad's a minister and you're a Catholic but then I just thought, 'Hey! I'll just have an abortion!' so you're off the hook! Hugs!"
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If you didn't regret it you have no soul and were lost to begin with.
There are a lot of soulless women.
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Not for the squeamish and why the left is so enraged when the realities of abortion are shown.
http://abortioninstruments.com/
Look here DUmbasses and see the fate your child met.
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There are a lot of soulless women.
Not to let men off the hook.
They can spurn a woman when she needs them the most.
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Not to let men off the hook.
They can spurn a woman when she needs them the most.
True. Many assholes have forced women to have them.
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True. Many assholes have forced women to have them.
Present, and I've regretted that decision for 40 years. It wasn't until I repented and turned my life over to my Lord and Savior that I found peace with it. That was 10 years ago...
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pnwmom (59,514 posts)
My abortion story
It was my senior year of college and she was my best friend.
After a brief relationship with a boy who ended up dumping her, Susan found herself pregnant. She’d been using a doctor-prescribed method of contraception, but it had failed.
She couldn’t tell her parents; her dad was a minister. She couldn’t tell me – she knew I was Catholic. She must have felt all alone in the world.
So after agonizing in silence for several days, never even hinting she had a problem, she made a nice warm bath and lay down in it. She reached for the razor blade she’d put on the ledge of the tub. With the warm water, it wouldn’t take long to bleed out, and it wouldn’t hurt – much. Less than she had been hurting, anyway.
And then something stopped her. She was filled with peace as her path became clear. She would live. She’d have an abortion, but she would live.
The next day she made an appointment and in a few days had the procedure.
She finally told her father, the minister, who received the news with all the love and support that any parent should. And then she told me. What she had done and why she hadn’t been able to tell me till then.
And I felt terrible – terrible that just knowing I was Catholic (though neither of us ever went to church there) made her think she couldn’t confide in me, that I would judge her or try to stop her.
She almost killed herself because she thought she couldn’t tell her parents or her best friend.
I honestly hadn’t thought much about abortion till then; it was barely on my radar screen. But that was my wake-up call. Ever since, I’ve known that I can’t judge any woman who makes that choice. For whatever reason. She’s the one who has to live with the consequences of any pregnancy, not me. Who am I to tell her what she can or cannot handle?
What if my friend had slit her wrists because she was afraid of confiding in anyone, even me? How would I have lived with that?
So you can tell her not to kill sea turtle eggs, but you can't tell her not to kill her baby?
You can tell her to throw all of her religious beliefs out the window, but you can't tell her not to kill her baby?
You can tell her that the Constitution does not mean what it says, but you can't tell her not to kill her baby?
You can tell her what to eat, what her minimum pay should be, what she should believe, how that if she makes more than "X" amount of dollars she should be forced to give it to you, and on and on, but you can't tell her not to kill her baby?
Got it.
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So you can tell her not to kill sea turtle eggs, but you can't tell her not to kill her baby?
You can tell her to throw all of her religious beliefs out the window, but you can't tell her not to kill her baby?
You can tell her that the Constitution does not mean what it says, but you can't tell her not to kill her baby?
You can tell her what to eat, what her minimum pay should be, what she should believe, how that if she makes more than "X" amount of dollars she should be forced to give it to you, and on and on, but you can't tell her not to kill her baby?
Got it.
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It's only a matter of time before the Dummies demand that businesses should be shut down if their owner is pro-life.