Well, the title says it all. All of us, that being my mother and brother and his wife sometimes coming in with some anecdote of information, were talking about politics in the beginning that lead to a conversation of abortion and my nephew with spinabifita. The conversation had much to do with several groups of people and the moment that hit me the most was when my mother had said that people with disabilities were separate from other 'normal' people. That's just wrong. And that's all I have to say about that.
Now, I have a story that hits the heart of any caring parent, child or even teen (like myself). One with an actual heart, not an artificial one. So, read this and I'll carry on with what I was saying...
Month one
Mommy,
I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy,
Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see meyou could definitely tell that I am a baby.I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.It is so nice and warm in here
Month Three
You know what Mommy,
I'm a boy!!I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy,
My hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today and Mommy,
He lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
Mommy,
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! Help me!
Month Seven
Mommy,
I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak...
Now, I didn't write this. A friend of mine sent it to me and many others to send across the world. We started it, though, to show how abortion is killing society by the minute. Another thing is I am not trying to manipulate you, the reader, but I'm making awareness, so.
Anyway, back from the sadness in life, I'm going to post up Christmas stories I can either think from the top of my head, one of my friend's stories or I'll just say something about Christmas, so Happy 'Early' Christmas! I hope you take all of this into consideration.
Thank ya, and buh-bye!
Now, I have a story that hits the heart of any caring parent, child or even teen (like myself). One with an actual heart, not an artificial one. So, read this and I'll carry on with what I was saying...
Month one
Mommy,
I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy,
Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see meyou could definitely tell that I am a baby.I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.It is so nice and warm in here
Month Three
You know what Mommy,
I'm a boy!!I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy,
My hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today and Mommy,
He lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
Mommy,
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! Help me!
Month Seven
Mommy,
I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak...
Now, I didn't write this. A friend of mine sent it to me and many others to send across the world. We started it, though, to show how abortion is killing society by the minute. Another thing is I am not trying to manipulate you, the reader, but I'm making awareness, so.
Anyway, back from the sadness in life, I'm going to post up Christmas stories I can either think from the top of my head, one of my friend's stories or I'll just say something about Christmas, so Happy 'Early' Christmas! I hope you take all of this into consideration.
Thank ya, and buh-bye!