On the road to destruction…

I became pregnant my freshman year in college in 1978. As soon as I found out I was pregnant I told my roommate, who immediately gave me a phone number for [an abortion clinic]. My boyfriend and I went together. It seemed my only alternative.

The procedure itself was very painful. I was rushed into a room - aborted - and whisked back out again without so much as a kind word.

It did not affect me until three years later when I began stealing and going from job to job - man to man. I felt worthless and so guilty. It dawned on me that I had killed my baby.

I faced the fact that what is done is done. Even though I regret it deeply, I slowly began to forgive myself. I also accepted Jesus as my personal savior. Through Him I have gained peace - but still grieve for my child.

It took away a child I was suppose[d] to have - as they as all gifts from God. It affected me so much that I lost all concept of self and others. I hated people so much I couldn't function properly. Abortion sends you on the road to DESTRUCTION.