824 days ago I walked into Planned Parenthood of Chicago. My soul began to weep as I stepped in, while a thick feather of sorrow landed on my shoulders. I was fighting back the voices of victims in my head. Cries from small creations for me to save them piled my heart. Am I strong enough to stand against the vacuum? “Be still my soul, be still…,” I pray. As I grab some brochures, look into a few eyes, and ask a few questions, I slowly walk away. How could one be so eager to take life created by the creator for a purpose. It is not the babies I am fighting for anymore, it is the lonely girl who was raped with no one to turn to, it is the mother of five who is too afraid to have another mouth to feed, it’s that couple saddened that death would
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I tried convincing her that I didn’t need to go to college and can stay home to raise the baby.
She calmly said, “I don’t have enough money to go through with the process.”
Did my mom just ask me for my savings to take away a life? I was so torn. But I couldn’t go against my beliefs.
The evening was slow at the coffee shop and all seemed to be still and peaceful After all had been cleaned, put away, and counted, the doors were finally closed for the day. My co-worker, Katie, gave me a lift home.
“Dede, go become the world changer you are called to be.”
“Someone way better than me has that calling and has probably already answered.”
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There was half a blue Gatorade taking territorial rights of the coffee table, while its cap was propped to its side. The cap slowly dripped little blue droplets of Gatorade onto the table. I smiled and remembered how I would blow those droplets around, waiting for them to become one little big bubble. The TV was on, but silent. My mom was laid over on the couch and mumbling into the phone. She looked as if someone had sucked the life out of her. I kissed her forehead and headed to the bathroom. Dropping my backpack onto the floor and sitting on the commode was relaxing in its own way. I went over to the linen closet to find something to dry my hands and while fumbling around on the top shelf a Just For Me ™ perm box fell into my hand. I thought to myself: Must be a pro, caught this bad boy with my left hand and left hand only. Feeling something wet slide from the box onto my palm, I was instantly grossed out. I just knew it was one of my brother’s
I tried convincing her that I didn’t need to go to college and can stay home to raise the baby.
She calmly said, “I don’t have enough money to go through with the process.”
Did my mom just ask me for my savings to take away a life? I was so torn. But I couldn’t go against my beliefs.
The evening was slow at the coffee shop and all seemed to be still and peaceful After all had been cleaned, put away, and counted, the doors were finally closed for the day. My co-worker, Katie, gave me a lift home.
“Dede, go become the world changer you are called to be.”
“Someone way better than me has that calling and has probably already answered.”
We …show more content…
There was half a blue Gatorade taking territorial rights of the coffee table, while its cap was propped to its side. The cap slowly dripped little blue droplets of Gatorade onto the table. I smiled and remembered how I would blow those droplets around, waiting for them to become one little big bubble. The TV was on, but silent. My mom was laid over on the couch and mumbling into the phone. She looked as if someone had sucked the life out of her. I kissed her forehead and headed to the bathroom. Dropping my backpack onto the floor and sitting on the commode was relaxing in its own way. I went over to the linen closet to find something to dry my hands and while fumbling around on the top shelf a Just For Me ™ perm box fell into my hand. I thought to myself: Must be a pro, caught this bad boy with my left hand and left hand only. Feeling something wet slide from the box onto my palm, I was instantly grossed out. I just knew it was one of my brother’s