I got there and sat in the waiting room with the millions of other girls sitting there alone and by themselves.  But I wasn’t alone I had my boyfriend there, and I still felt as alone as ever.  I felt like cattle or something.  I went into the room by myself and got my ultra sound the lady handed me the picture and I started to cry and cry.  I saw that little baby and it didn’t matter if we were ready or not.  It’s not that little baby’s fault.  I felt like I could not breathe and …

Dear Becky — It was a month after my eighteenth birthday I found out I was pregnant. My boyfriend suggested that we go to the abortion clinic. That it was something that we needed to do because we were not ready to have a baby. I agreed and at around 2 months we went.

I got there and sat in the waiting room with the millions of other girls sitting there alone and by themselves. But I wasn’t alone I had my boyfriend there, and I still felt as alone as ever. I felt like cattle or something. I went into the room by myself and got my ultra sound the lady handed me the picture and I started to cry and cry. I saw that little baby and it didn’t matter if we were ready or not. It’s not that little baby’s fault. I felt like I could not breathe and I wanted more then anything to just get out of there. I went out to the waiting room where my boyfriend was waiting and ran to him crying. I showed him the picture and said “look, parents are supposed to protect their babies, not kill them”. He agreed and said that whatever I wanted he would be okay with. We left and went home and showed our parents. They were mad, my mom wanted me to go to college and thought my life would be over. I had her last January- her first birthday and first Christmas is coming soon. She is my little angel and she has brought more Joy to my life then I could ever imagine. I can’t image my life without her and I feel horrible that her life was almost ended and she wouldn’t be here with us. We are a family and I’m going to college. Things work out for the best. It makes me cry to just think about it. I am her mommy and I have protected her from the moment I walked out of that place and will protect her for the rest of her life, exactly what a mommy is supposed to do.

Joy

Dearest Joy — I type this letter to you with tears in my eyes and I am so very touched by your story!  Your story so touched my heart and I was overjoyed at the turn of events that took place.  The choice for life that you made.

I truly believe that many girls will be able to identify with your story – before they even decide to go to the clinic.

I bet your mom is a proud grandma now.  Joy – thank you so very much for sharing your wonderful story with me.  It really made my day!

Luv Lisa