The things in this file are pro-life. If you are pro-choice you will not like them. There is only one link to this file and it has a disclaimer so no one will get here by mistake. If you are pro-choice and you decide to read the file anyway, that is fine--just don't email me to complain that you don't like what you see.
A worried woman went to her gynecologist and said:
"Doctor, I have a serious problem and desperately need your help! My baby is not even 1 year old and I'm pregnant again. I don't want kids so close together."
So the doctor said: "Ok and what do you want me to do?"
She said: "I want you to end my pregnancy, and I'm counting on your help with this."
The doctor thought for a little, and after some silence he said to the lady: "I think I have a better solution for your problem. It's less dangerous for you too."
She smiled, thinking that the doctor was going to accept her request.
Then he continued: "You see, in order for you not to have to take care of two babies at the same time, let's kill the one in your arms. This way, you could rest some before the other one is born. If we're going to kill one of them, it doesn't matter which one it is. There would be no risk for your body if you chose the one in your arms."
The lady was horrified and said: "No doctor! How terrible! It's a crime to kill a child!"
"I agree", the doctor replied. "But you seemed to be OK with it, so I thought maybe that was the best solution."
The doctor smiled, realizing that he had made his point.
He convinced the mom that there is no difference in killing a child that's already been born and one that's still in the womb. The crime is the same!
Mommy keep me safe,
Mommy keep me warm,
Handle me with all your love,
Mommy keep me from harm.
I'm only six weeks old today,
This birthday gift to me,
A pair of bright blue eyes,
That someday you will see.
I've barely got ears,
A little puppy nose,
and at the end of my feet,
Little things called toes.
Looking forward to my life,
toys, teddy bears, snails,
and long fairy tales.
Where are we going mommy,
in a bath, on a bus ride or,
perhaps far away.
Where are we going being pushed at
How funny it feels passing through
doors, people dressed in green,
if they hurt you mommy just scream.
What's happening mommy,
I'm starting to cry,
Mommy come quickly,
they're making me die,
Killing me quickly,
Pulling me apart,
everything inside of me
even my heart,
Bye mommy, good-bye
But how I wanted to see
the grass, the trees,
hear a sweet song,
feel a sweet breeze.
I love You
I really do
I just wish you could love me too.
This morning you were sentenced unto death
without a trial. You were conceived to die
before you had a chance to catch a breath
of life, or feel the wind, or watch the sky,
or smell a rose, or walk upon the earth.
You were so helpless and so very small,
a bit of life-to-be before your birth,
With no one here to plead your cause at all.
Last night your mother wondered, as she tossed,
if you were someone special, And she cried
for little hands, and lips forever lost;
This morning she surrendered and you died . . .
if you had lived, her daughter or her son,
Could you have understood what she had done?
October 5 - Today my life began. My parents don't know it yet, I am as small as an apple seed, but it is I already. I am a girl. I shall have blond hair and blue eyes.
October 19 - Some say I am not a real person yet, that only my mother exists. But I am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is yet truly bread. My mother is. And I am.
October 23 - My mouth is just beginning to open. Just think, in a year or so I shall be laughing and saying "Mama".
October 25 - My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on it shall beat for the rest of my life without ever stopping to rest. After many years it will tire. It will stop and I shall die.
November 2 - I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning to take shape; but I have to wait a long time yet before these little legs will raise me to my mother's arms, before these little arms will be able to gather flowers and embrace my father.
November 12 - Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small they are. I'll be able to stroke my mother's hair with them.
November 20 - It wasn't until today that the doctor told Mom that I am living here under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be.
November 25 - My mom and dad are probably thinking about a name for me, but they don't even know that I am a girl. I am getting so big already.
December 10 - My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder what kind of hair Mom has.
December 13 - I am just able to see. It is dark around me. When Mom brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and flowers. But what I want more than anything is to see my Mom.
December 24 - I wonder if Mom hears the whispering of my heart? Some children come into the world a little sick; but I am strong and healthy. My heart beats so evenly. You'll have a healthy little girl, Mom.
December 28 - Today my mother killed me.
(a satirical pro-live letter, Nov. 1980, Wichita Eagle)
Personally, I am against rape, but since rape is a moral issue, I do not feel I have the right to force my beliefs upon others. My viewpoint is not to be labeled as "pro-rape;" rather, it is "pro-choice."
Although I, myself, would never undertake a rape, I feel that the decision to rape must be a highly personal one--made between the rapist and his or her psychiatrist.
Also, since many churches and religions are opposed to rape, laws against rape really represent a conflict of church and state.
It is not fair to try to make rape an emotional issue by talking about the victim of the rape, because the issues involved are the civil rights of the rapist--not the victim.
Perhaps if "pro-choice" people had as much chance of being aborted as they do of being raped, they would begin to see that abortion, while widening one person's choices, forever removes all choices for a second. The abortion victim will never regain the basic rights of life, liberty, or the pursuit of happiness. (Mary E. Norris, Wichita)
Some pro-choice people pretended they thought Mary was really in favor of legalizing rape. Since they knew her well, it is impossible that they really believed that. Others accused her of trivializing it--as if abortion was somehow, morally, not as bad as rape.