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.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Given for the World...

Just felt inspired today and wanted to express it somehow.  It's easy to become discouraged and start to lose hope with all that is going on in the world today.  It's hard to keep fighting the good fight when it seems everyone is against you.  It takes courage to express what you believe, especially if you are Catholic in today's world.  It's hard to not feel hypocritical in some way when trying to defend the Church you love, especially when you feel unworthy of Her most of the time. 

But, the good news is, we are all unworthy - but isn't it just truly awesome that despite all of our unworthiness - He redeems us anyway?  I tried to come up with some reasons and ideas to defend myself and the Church that I've loved my whole life and in that deep soul searching, I felt the need to express my love of Her and Him in some way.  Even though I may have walked away from Him for a while, even though I may have turned my back and refused to listen, He remained there and waited for me to turn back around and I found everything I loved from childhood was there waiting for me too.

So, when I start to lose hope about the fate of our beloved Church, His Church - I try to think about how long we've been here and how many trials and tribulations we've withstood.  I think about all of our good and holy priests and it amazes me that anyone would want to even become a priest in this day and age, but they do, and they do it well.  In all of the craziness, knowing that generally, I can find a Catholic Church near to me, anywhere, and even if I have to knock on the door because it's locked, someone will let me in because I belong there.

So, a little love letter...


  1. I just love being Catholic....
    Thanks for this.
    Pat Pulliam

  2. You're welcome, it's as much for me as it is for whomever chooses to read my blog. Everyone needs a little shove sometimes.