"The Best Time of My Life"

Monday morning a woman came to Liz's office in Bronx, and her daughter came with her. She was a smiling, smart 6-year-old girl. As her mother was talking to Liz, she sitted quietly in the waiting room, looking silently at the walls, until I started playing with her.
She showed me all her school drawings and ideas, and in a couple of minutes I realized how well her mother had educated her, and how intelligent she was. It was terrible to think that just some feet away from us, in the room next to us, her mother was planning to have an abortion. I say terrible because of the contrast between the girl's innocence and the crude reality of abortion.
After some time feeling that she was being paid attention, this little girl said that it was the best time of her life. And why? Because we were listening to her. Many times we just have to listen to the problems of women, to know better how we can help them not to bear the humilliation of abortion.
Our work is full of contrasts: the happy innocence of a child against the horrible mistake her mother is bound to make. The search of happiness and peace against the search of one's own confort.
We still have a lot to learn, we still have a lot to love.