Ever Changing History
I changed history. Actually, it wasn’t anything that I did, it was the gift my mother gave me. She gave me life instead of an abortion. I was born. Even though she was an unwed mother, she knew that life was a gift from God. She protected my life, and I was born. If I hadn’t been given the gift of life, history would have been different. By being born, we change “what could have been,” into what is. There are no “what ifs.” Abortion changes history. We don’t know what might have been. The “what if’s” are always there. The “what could have beens,” we will never know. All we have is the grief of not knowing. The child who could have been is gone and will not be able to come back. As opposed to many adoptions, there is no child who will be looking for their birth parents in 20 years where there might be a glad reunion. The “what if’s” and “what could have beens” are empty words when an abortion is performed. “A voice was heard in Ramah, wailing