Yesterday evening I was in Target, kidlets in tow. As we made our way through the office supplies section, I could hear a loud voice coming from the next isle over. As they rounded the end of the aisle I saw two teenage girls, one talking on a cell phone with the volume turned up so high I could hear both sides of the conversation. What I heard went something like this:
Girl: I'm gonna have a girl. If the doctors tell me it's a boy I'm having an abortion...
(male voice on the phone): But it's a baby...
Girl: Nah, I want a girl. If it's a boy I'm gonna...
The voices faded as the girls walked away. I felt like I had been splashed with cold water. The tone of the conversation of that of flippant, irreverant teenage gossip; the subject was a human life. I reluctantly followed my kids down the aisle, wishing I could follow ofter this young woman and communicate to her just how precious a baby is.
I still wish I could.
Living, Loving, Laughing and Learning Together
About Me
- Paula
- United States
- I am wife to a wonderful man, and mother to four rambunctious blessings: seven year old Lily, five year old Luke, two year old Esther, and baby Mark (names have been change to protect the innocent) My greatest desire in life is to be a faithful daughter to my Father in Heaven, and to do His work in my home and in the world. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
Get the Quest for Simplicity button! Grab the code below.
<center> <a href="http://a-large-room.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr.html"> <img src="http://i488.photobucket.com/albums/rr242/paulamharper/QuestforSimplicity-2-1-1-1-1.jpg
"/> </a></center>
celebrate the family
“I don’t want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenk’s lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor’s children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone’s garden. I want to be there with children’s sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.” Marjorie Pay Hinckley
Posts
Followers
Labels
- Abortion (4)
- Apologia Science (1)
- Astronomy (2)
- Bible Reading Challenge (3)
- Birth (1)
- Charlotte Mason (2)
- Defending Marriage (22)
- Family Life (72)
- Field Trips (10)
- Gardening (2)
- Geography (1)
- Getting to know us (2)
- Gratitude Journal (1)
- Health and Nutrition (1)
- Home-Made Learning Games (1)
- Homeschool Co-op (1)
- Homeschool Memoires (9)
- Homeschool Planning and Implementation (26)
- Homeschool Resource Reviews (1)
- Internet and Media (3)
- Mormon Mondays (2)
- Music Study (2)
- Patriotic and Political (3)
- Philosophical Ramblings (1)
- Proposition 8 (23)
- Saturday Accountability (1)
- Science (2)
- Scripture of the Week (1)
- Song or Hymn of the Week (1)
- Spiritual Thoughts and Comments (11)
- Tot School (2)
- Violin Repair (1)
A few of my favorite places
LDS Homeschool Blog
La Petite Librairie
Twitter Updates
Tot School
Homeschool Memoirs
Bible Reading Challenge
***Some names on this blog have been changed to protect privacy***
6 comments:
Okay. My jaw is still on the floor. It is terrible just to read it on your blog. I can only imagine what it must have been like to hear it in person. We can always pray for a miracle in her life, and that of her child.
So sad...
I remember when I was in high school. A girl I had gym class with, also happened to work with me the following summer. We crossed paths one day, and she just didn't look very happy, so I asked her how she was. Everything came out. I had no idea how to respond to her... I always wonder if I could have done anything to change her mind. I think besides herself and her boyfriend, I was the only other person she told, and we hardly knew each other. I was 14 years old. It still breaks my heart.
Oh my!!! That is soooo incredibly horrible! I can't even imagine. :( :( I'm sorry you had to hear that, and even sorrier that there are people out there that really think that way. :(
Wow. I hope someone can talk to that girl before she takes a precious life. I hope...
Ohhhhh..how terrible.
I don't know how I would have reacted. It must have been a shock. Well, at least we can pray for that baby.
Post a Comment