Den-Kara,
Hopefully you haven't taken any of these responses as a personal attack on you. I thought about that on my way home tonight and that was not my intention. I don't have a problem with people posting their opinions on here. I allow that Sam knows what should stay and what shouldn't. My response was to this type of "argument." I know you did not write this story and there are many more ou there that are like this one. I was responding to those as well.

Like I said, I agree with your viewpoint, but not the method, and that is ok.

Ferrick

> I'm probably the only person here who had never read this, but I'm sharing it anyway. If this doesn't tear at your heart, I don't know what will...
>
> Dear Mommy:
>
> I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap. He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be
> your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existence. I was in a
> dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave
> my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.
>
> Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with
> you.Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better
> soon. I wondered why you cried so much.
>
> One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day, the most
> horrible thing happened.
>
> A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never
> once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me.
>
> The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."
> Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.
>
> Then the monster started ripping my arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to
> stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.
>
> Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.
> I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were
> shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to
> be your daughter.
>
> No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted to tell
> you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand.
>
> And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead. I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big
> beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.
>
> The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said He loved me, and He was my Father.
>
> Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know
> how it feels."
>
> I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster.I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much
> I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too
> powerful.
>
> It sucked my arm and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with
> you. I didn't want to die.
>
> Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind
> of pain I did. Please be careful.
>
> Love,
>
> Your Baby Girl
>
> ~Den-"that hit me deep"Kara