Do I Deserve to be Here? Part 2
Throwback to childhood
Yesterday, I said if abortion had been legal 25 years earlier, I might not be here. But what about young women/girls who are raped? Should they be forced to carry their child? Not forced. They choose life, not death. Do I deserve to be here? #WhatWasISupposedToBe @donnalhsmith #RayBoltz #prolifeissues TWEETABLE
Back in the early 50s, it was a time of fun and innocence. But a young woman from Texas had her innocence stolen — a traumatic event.
To seemingly add to the trauma, she discovered she was pregnant. And though she knows she can’t keep the baby, she does not choose a back-alley abortion.
In fact, as I understand it, she grew to love that baby, wishing she could keep it. But times being what they were, and the way things were kept secret as much as possible, the family moves from Texas to Kansas.
It was the custom of the times for pregnant girls to move away from home from the time they started showing until they’d gotten their figure back—after the baby was born.
This young woman had an older brother in the army, who was stationed in northeast Kansas at Ft. Riley. Next to it is Manhattan, Kansas. Right off the downtown area, is a doctor’s office. This doctor has a sister-in-law who could not have children of her own. His sister-in-law is the identical twin of his wife. He knew his sister-in-law and her husband were hoping to adopt again. They’d had their name in for nearly five years. They’d adopted a son through an agency, but even back then, it was difficult to adopt a second child.
So, when an attractive young pregnant woman and her mother entered his office, an idea was formed. What if he mentioned this coming child to his sister-in-law?
He did and the rest is history. You’re reading the story of that coming child. A couple years ago, I told here on this blog about finally contacting my “biologicals” — especially a sister, a couple of aunts, and an uncle. My sister and I have grown very close. They all welcomed me with open arms. I am truly amazed. My sister filled in a couple of holes in my story when we first talked in 2017, and my uncle filled in another hole last year.
Alternative path through forest by the road
I grew up in a loving home and family. The worst problems I had were with some school children. Once they knew they could hurt my feelings, some did. Deeply. I always felt “different,” but didn’t know why. I now know it’s called “rejection,” and I’m doing well with my healing from it. So well, I’m planning to help others, beginning next year. More on that another time.
I recently saw the most unintelligent article on Facebook—about a 27-year-old Indian man who wants to sue his parents for giving birth to him without his permission. Yeah, like really? Honestly, the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard in my whole life.
There’s already too much death in this world. Jesus said, “I have come that you might have life, and have it more abundantly.” John 10:10.
Joshua 24:15 says, “…choose this day whom you will serve…”
Will we choose life or death? As for me, I choose life, and I’m so thankful that my birth mother chose life for me. She’s passed away and I never met her, but my relatives have told me they believe she’s in heaven. My prayer for her was that she be there—so I can thank her someday. Do I deserve to be here? #WhatWasISupposedToBe @donnalhsmith #RayBoltz #prolifeissues TWEETABLE
Donna L.H. Smith 