23 March 2007

The Burden

It was still dark out when she awoke. Next to her she could hear the rhythmic breathing of her boyfriend. She looks at the clock and the green glow indicates she is awake nearly 2 hours early. She lays back down looking for sleep but it doesn't come. She tosses and turns to no avail. She is wide awake but doesn't want to wake the rest of the house. Her two kids are down the hall. She wonders what they are dreaming about. She thinks about how much she loves her children.

She made her decision. It didn't come lightly. A few years back she was chosen as a juror for a capitol murder case. She remembers sitting in the jury box listening to what the lawyers were saying. She knew she had a great responsibility and wanted to ensure she knew all the facts about the case before rendering her decision. She remembers the jurors debating the guilt and innocence of a man she had never met. A nice looking man that she would have gone out with had she met him under better circumstances. But she knew that evidence doesn't lie. She made her decision.

Of the 26 days the trial lasted, the one thing she remembers most is the look in his eyes. Not so much at being found guilty, but for receiving the death penalty. She believes she saw remorse in his eyes but she knew she saw hatred. The look he gave her still gives her chills to this day.

She hears a stirring in another room and the noise brings her mind back to her current decision. She looks again at the clock and realizes she has been day dreaming for more than an hour. She gets up and sneaks into the bathroom. She is tired of debating the topic. She decides to take a shower and get there before anyone else. She has made her decision.

As she steps out into the dark cold morning it reminds her that it is just the beginning of spring. She thinks about how soon it will be time to start her garden. She makes a mental list of what she needs. As she drives to her destination her mind wanders. She drifts in and out of conversations she had with her friends and counselors. Her mind starts to focus on one conversation in particular.

The counselor had told her that she could help. She told her that she didn't have to make this decision alone. The decision of life and death is too much burden for one person. She was told to talk to her family members and get their input. She knew this was her decision and hers alone. She was the responsible party. It was up to her. The counselor told her to look at what kind of life he would have in the future. Would he be a burden? Could she deal with him financially?

As she pulled up she saw that the only people there were the medical staff. She was relieved. She didn't want to debate anymore. The off duty police officer notices her as she drives in. She parks around in the back. She doesn't want to be bothered by anyone. She just sits there with her car in park and the engine idling. She has made her decision.

She goes into the building where she knows she will find someone who shares her same feelings. She is greeted by a nurse and asked if she wanted a bottle of water. She says that would be nice. She sits down in the waiting area and fingers through the magazines. A nurse notices her nervousness and offers her a little privacy in a room down the hall. She accepts her offer and follows the nurse down the hall.

After the nurse leaves she sits back in the little chair and closes her eyes. She thinks about her kids at home getting ready for school. She longs to be with them. She drifts off to sleep.

She is startled as the door is swung open. She blinks her eyes into focus and notices the long white smock. She realizes that a doctor has walked into the room. The doctor apologizes for scaring her and introduces himself. " I am doctor ****** and i will be performing your abortion today"

She winces at the word abortion, a tear rolls down her cheek, she has made her decision.........





Today they will murder about 20 children in Midland TX. Midland has the only Planned Parenthood abortion center for 300 miles. Please pray for these women.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

where are you at punk? you were supposed to help with the gocart this weekend. I am in Lubbock right now. My neice is awake and speaking. The power of prayer is the real deal, brother. Thanks for your prayers