SATURDAY, AUGUST 28, 2010-- As promised, we arrived early and delivered the new car seat to the ecstatic father. He was on the sidewalk waiting for us. We quickly unloaded signs and set up our vital outreach to the scheduled abortion-bound mothers. James smoked and stood with us, thanking us and asking questions about the abortion mill. Clients began arriving only to be told that they had to wait till the doors opened to kill their babies from previous days. These were the late-term ones waiting.
The
new father and mother came across the street in a wheelchair to thank us for the new car seat and all the baby supplies we helped them with. The large prayer group was delighted to have them join us on the sidewalk celebrating new life. The hospital guards then came across the street and informed them that they couldn’t be with us; they had to return to the hospital. I kidded them saying, “We’re so dangerous you know.” They laughed and thanked us before the gestapo took them back in the hospital.
The rosary group signaled and we noticed the single mother getting out of her car and Franklin the deathscort standing by her car. We walked over and introduced ourselves Franklin interjected by telling her my name and how we have differing opinions on the issue of abortion. I handed her a brochure and told her of how we could help her with other options. I also explained why we are there, our free resources including ultrasound, and how
God had a plan for her life and the life of her baby. She had already been tearing up. As they walked onto the property of Hope Clinic, someone from the rosary group asked her to save her baby and I told her there was still time to change her mind. We prayed and continued with our reconnaissance mission.
I thanked him and continued ministering to the clients pulling onto the parking lot. I then noticed the single woman walking back out and followed her to the street. She turned to me and broke down crying,
“Everything is gonna be okay.” I asked her if these were tears of joy. She whispered,
“Yes ma’am. I can’t do it,” and we hugged. I gave her another brochure and told her to call me. She thanked me and got into her car and drove off.
A few minutes, later I turned around to view a couple of ladies walking to the car in front of me. The passenger looked at me and said,
“I didn’t do it! I didn’t kill my baby!” I opened my arms and she came into them crying and telling me she was 13 weeks pregnant. I handed
“Shonna” a brochure and went over resources we can help her with. I then asked her in front of the seminarians and Fr Chris, “
What changed your mind?” She responded, “The fact I’m 13 weeks pregnant and all you standing out here.” I turned to Fr Chris and smiled I asked her, “What about the people screaming at you in the alley?” She said, “Oh, that is horrible! It just makes you want to run inside.”She complained she had to pay
$138.00 dollars for her ultrasound" "
I told you I would do it for free" I said, and added "did they give you a picture?" she showed me a picture of the crown of baby's head.."
That is the only view they give mothers, so they know how much to charge for the abortion" we said.. I asked Fr. Chris and the seminarians to pray with these lovely ladies and we did. Fr. Chris blessed them with some breakfast money. Thank you all for helping us, and they drove off the lot.
If I can throw a single ray of light across the path of another, if I can aid some soul to clearer sight of life and duty and thus bless my brother or sister, if I can wipe from any human cheek a tear, I shall not have lived in vain while here.
