The day before the City Council Hearing, I was working in our Crisis Pregnancy Center in Jackson Heights, Queens. I received a phone call from Kevin who was sidewalk counseling in front of one of the many abortion clinics on the stretch of Queens that we call Abortion Row. A woman on the verge of tears stopped to speak with him, she was post-abortive. He brought her over to the Center. As she walked in, the sobbing began. It continued for most of the three hours that she visited with us. In between the tears, she told us her story, she had been holding it in for too long.
A beautiful, young, mother with a lovely little boy at home. She loved him very much, he was her life. She had moved to the US a few years ago and owed large debt to people in her home country. Life was hard but she was happy. She was working and paying off her debts. Then something unexpected happened... she got pregnant. With little to no financial assistance from her boyfriend, she didn't know how she could make ends meet with another child. She was struggling as it was. She did not want an abortion, she wanted her baby! With all of this she felt the pressure, she felt backed into a corner. (In my experience with women in crisis pregnancy, this is usually the case, pressure from circumstances or other people). Unsure of what to do she went to Ginocologia, the abortion mill next Dunkin Doughnuts. She spoke about her troubles with one of the workers who counseled her to abort. She was talked into it...
........ To be continued..........
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