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The Sixth Street Bridge
At the tender age of 17, I walked across this bridge, alone, into Downtown Pittsburgh, with $300 in my pocket that my mother had given me to get an abortion. I went into the Fulton Building (in the picture) and did what I was told to do. I didn't have a choice - if I did, I wouldn't have chosen abortion.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Good days... bad days... good days that turn bad...
So, I've been having a few really good days. A good day is defined by not being crippled by bad thoughts, guilt, self loathing, etc., being able to smile, be happy, laugh, be grateful. On good days, I'm fantastic. I even did a good deed today... but sometimes good days can turn into bad days quickly. I should have expected it since I'm planning on going to the abortion clinic tomorrow to pray outside. I should know that there are forces at work that don't want me to do what I plan. That's when a good day turns bad and all I can think about is this...
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