One of Those Days
“I’m tired! I’m hungry! My feet hurt! Maybe I’ll just stay home and not come back after
Easter break.” I’m not going to lie. These complaints have been running through my head
recently. Recently, I had been listening to a fellow teammate say that she was not going to
come back to Campus Life Tour after Easter break. I was thinking the same thing. We were
tired, hot, and we just wanted to go home. When we went to a high school, we whined on
the corner as we waited for students to come out. I had been having a horrible head ache
all day and I just wanted to sleep, but I knew it was my duty to stand up and educate these
high-schoolers what abortion really was.
Then the thought occurred to me, I am not suffering as much as these babies who are
being aborted! I was ashamed that I was so selfish in thinking that, I wanted to go home,
or sleep in the car. Yes I admit it! I was a selfish person, but as soon as I thought about
those 3500 babies that would be dying that day, there was nothing that could be as worse
as being ripped apart in your own mother’s womb. I looked at my teammate, and said to
myself “Stop whining and think about those babies that are going to die today. They are
going through something worse than we are.” A few hours later, a young man walked past
me a few times. As he was walking past me for the last time he said ,“ Why are you outside
of a high school? We’re just kids!”
“Well yeah I know we are just kids, but the abortion industry is targeting us, young people!
I am trying to educate other teens on what abortion really is.” Of course this sparked an
intense debate about why abortion is right or wrong.
“Well it’s still a woman’s body. She should have the right to do whatever to her body.” said
the boy
“But that’s not her body.” The boy chuckled as if I had just told a joke, “It has a separate set
of DNA. If it was the woman’s body, then she would have four arms, legs, eyes, and half of
the time would have two different genders. That doesn’t sound right does it?”
“Well it’s still inside her so it’s her body. She should live with the consequences if she has
an abortion. She should know what’s happening when she gets an abortion.”
“So just because that child is inside means that the baby should not get rights like you and
me?”
“Right because the baby is dependent on its mom.”
“An infant is dependent on the mother when she’s born, so what’s so different? Based on
what you are saying, it should be legal to kill newborns as well.”
“No, no, no. That’s not what I’m saying.”
“You are saying that since the baby is dependent on her mom, it’s ok for the baby to be
killed by an abortion.” He chuckled to himself again and walked away.
“So you can look at this picture and say it’s okay?”
“Yeah I can.” I could not believe that he had just said that! If you were pro-abortion, would you
look at the picture of an abortion and honestly say that you are okay with it? Unfortunately
this man was not the last person to have a similar mindset who walked past me that day. In
midst of the agonizing strife I felt that day and I realized what was driving me. I was doing
it for the babies, the innocent, the pure, I was being attacked for their sake and I was going
to strike back with love.
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Children of the Rosary