On the Streets

Sidewalk counseling is so difficult. You're standing there on the concrete, in the cruel weather, just waiting for hours at a time for that one girl headed in to the abortion mill. The entire reason you're there. To keep her from making the biggest mistake of her life, to stop her from going through with a decision that will haunt her forever. You have to constantly remind yourself of the gravity of the situation, that it is literally a difference between life and death, or else you'll lose your nerve. It takes a lot of guts to walk up to a complete stranger, who often feels like she is doing the only thing she has left to do, and tell her that everything that she has been told up to that point is a lie. You have to tell her that despite the sterile words like "terminate", "safe", and "fetus", that what is really happening is one of the most dangerous things that she can do, because she is agreeing to have her living child ripped apart inside her body. It's hard to do this. But I imagine that the girl is walking in there with a newborn, or a toddler. That I know for sure that in the place she is about to enter, her child is sure to be mutilated and killed. That she has no idea what is about to happen to her and her precious baby. What would I do then? What would anyone do then?