The Sixth Street Bridge

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.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

"Mom, did you wait?"

I can only hope to be this brave and truthful when the question is asked of me by my children.  I hope and pray that I give an answer that echos in their heart and soul.  I hope that I am able to tell them how very precious and worthy they are.  I hope that I can tell them all of this without being resentful for no one having told me the same when I wondered about it. 

From a wonderful resource.

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