I had an abortion in 1987. At the time, I was scared and alone. The father had dumped me before I knew I was pregnant, I was already a single mother of one, and I didn't know how I could take care of 2 kids by myself. Oh how I wish I would have had counseling or saw the baby's heartbeat or something to change my mind. Going into the clinic, there were protestors. I wanted to hear what they had to say, but clinic employees greeted me at my car and ushered me in while blocking my ears. What would have been the harm in letting me hear what the protestors had to say? Lost income for the clinic if I changed my mind? When I came to, I tried to tell the nurse that I changed my mind, but she said it was too late, it was done. Now I have two grandchildren with a third on the way, and it breaks my heart that there should be more, that I had a son or daughter who never had a chance, that those grandchildren will never be. I murdered my own child out of fear and panic. My living child will never know her sibling. God bless the sidewalk counselors at abortion clinics. I wish one of them had gotten to me in time.
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