I am in Heaven now... 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 existance. 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 arms 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 away to a wonderful place... Then I was happy. I asked the angel what was the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion". I am sorry, 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 arms 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.
I find that Letter From The Womb extremely dissatisfying. I don't believe in Heaven. Foetuses can't talk or write letters and don't know what's going on. I think this a cheap emotional shot in an important moral arena. I don't pretend to know whether abortion is ever justified or not - I'm not even convinced that, as a man, my opinion should hold any weight in a discussion about a circumstance I will never personally undergo.
But this Letter From The Womb, IMO, adds nothing to the debate. It's nothing more nor less than emotional blackmail.
the strange thing is if I put soil into a clear glass jar, then put a acorn two inches into the dirt, water it for a week and roots start to grow but no sprout is seen above the soil.
Then I ask everyone with eye sight, Is there life in this jar? Seeing the roots through the glass they will always answer yes.. But when it come to human life many tend to be blind...
any weight in a discussion about a circumstance I will never personally
You did undergo it.
You were in your mother's womb.
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I'm not even convinced that, as a man, my opinion should hold any weight
By that logic, we cannot judge Susan Smith, because we never had two sons as a single mother.
We cannot judge Jeffrey Dahmer because we are not gay and do not have urges to drill holes in the heads of other people.
We cannot judge judge Muslims, because we are not Muslim. We cannot judge overweight people because we are not overweight. We cannot judge rapists unless we ourselves are rapists. We cannot judge pedophiles unless we are pedophiles. We cannot judge blacks, unless we are black. Same for Asians, short people, etc, etc, etc.
But then, we do not make the law based on who it affects. We make the law to enforce rights. It doesn't matter if a Black baby is being murdered by abortion, it is still a human being being murdered. Sexism, racism and culturalism are not defenses to a claim of homicide.
It is merely a perspective. A window into how someone on one side of an argument imagines a fetus/child might respond if it went to a Heaven after an abortion. It says more about the person that wrote it and the other person who posted it than it elucidates about the subject of abortion.
Perhaps Astrovineet will reply with what he really knows, thinks and feels about the subject, why he started this thread. And without his meaningless prattle about being a do gooder, enlightening the masses.
I agree with Rankenstein when he said the 'letter' was loaded with emotional blackmail. This thread may permeate the web and someone may find it who is going through the trauma of having to make the most dreadful decision anyone could be asked to make. If you are that someone, I at least would like to apologise for my part in this thread and for causing you added pain at this most difficult time.
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A letter from the Womb....
