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
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