How to Save a Life?

To kill is never a choice.

Dear Mommy,

I am in Heaven now... I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened.
I was so excited when I began realizing my existance. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place.

I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.

Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you.
Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry.

I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon.
I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. 
I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.

That same day, the most horrible thing happened.
A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.
I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me.
Maybe you never heard me.

The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming,
"Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."
Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and 
screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.
Then the monster started ripping my arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop.

Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.
Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying.
I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.
I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered.

Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.

I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand.
And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.
I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone. The angel took me away to a wonderful place... Then I was happy.

I asked the angel what was the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion". I am sorry, for I know how it feels." 
I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. 
I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl.

I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. 
I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful.
It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live.
I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die.
Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.
Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.

LOVE,
YOUR BABY GIRL

One study estimated that, despite legal restrictions, in 1994 there were 400,000 abortions performed illegally and 80,000 hospitalizations of women for abortion-related complications. 12% of all maternal deaths in 1994 were due to unsafe abortion according to the Department of Health. Two-thirds of these women who have abortions attempt to self-induce or seek solutions from those who practice folk medicine.

We cannot fool ourselves that this world is problem-free. We need to acknowledge that there should be one soul that needs to do his/her part to solve this ruthless crime. And that soul could be yours.

Yes YOU (not others) can do something:
+ Donate goods such as diapers, baby food, baby wipes, baby clothes, etc., to organizations that help support women who have decided not to have an abortion.
+ Volunteer your time with an organization.
+ If you know a woman who is pregant, let her know you are willing and able to help her out if she needs help.
+ If you are a male, volunteer to be a role model for a dad to be.
+ Speak to those entering an abortion clinic with kind words and offer support. 

Lastly, If you don't have a time, you can utter a small prayer that those who wanted to commit the act will have a change of heart. Or at least read this letter from an unborn baby girl. -CMK

(Sources: Luke181 and wikipedia)