It was cold when we left the Lifehouse early that morning, and by the time we arrived at the abortion mill we were freezing and sleepy.
We didn´t have time to eat breakfast before leaving the house and we started thinking about the rumbling in our stomachs. We´re not supposed to leave the entrances without counselors, but when you´re starving and you´re cold it can be very tempting to disregard directions. However, we stayed there knowing that directions are given for a reason.
That reason came walking up to the clinic door: A couple came five seconds after we decided to stay and not give into the temptation of breakfast. We spoke to the woman, but she passed by uninterested. The guy however, stopped and spoke to us for just two minuets, and we knew in that short time that he didn´t want his girlfriend to have the abortion. Then he followed her into the clinic.
They came out of the abortion mill 5 minutes later and left. I walked behind them, speeding up to catch them because they were pretty far away. The guy listened to me again, but he didn´t say a word. What was going on?
About an hour later the couple came back again, and they went inside. The guy looked at me with helplessness in his eyes as he followed his girlfriend in. Within twenty minutes they were back outside again. We needed to know what was going on. We were not going to go home without an answer. This time the couple motioned to us to come over. ¨We know Mom, that you don´t want to talk to us, we just want to help. This is not the way, this is not the answer to your problems.¨ ¨I already have a son, I can´t take care of a new one.¨ she said. So we asked the boyfriend if he would help her with the son and he said “Yes” in a quiet voice. So we thought, ¨Let´s make this guy say that a little louder, she needs to know that she has his support, she could use the encouragement.¨ As he said it, she looked at him and started to cry. It was a different kind of crying, a peace-filled crying. They got in the car, smiled at us, and left.
We don´t know what happened next, we did our best and something changed in their hearts, we could tell.
1 comment:
"rumbeling" isn't a word. rumbling is. maybe you need a "learning mill."
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