Friends, I rarely like to get in the political mix. Nor do I like to come across as rightist, elitist or a single-issue voter. Talking about abortion seems to immediately puts one in that camp, however.
From my perspective, it grieves me that one would consider disposable what another would consider absolutely priceless.
My local pregnancy center is in need of diapers, formula and other supplies. It's the least I can do.
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1 comment:
Wow. I had no idea they received tax money. I wonder what they do with the revenue in order to remain non-profit?
There were many times when I stood next to Ruthie's isolette in the hospital and thought about the fact that women facing unwanted babies would try to end what I (and her doctors) were desperately trying to save. I think that's why I get emotional when I think about late-term abortions - I can't imagine trying to do away with my Ruthie.
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