I spent yesterday morning ‘on duty’ (in words of
construction workers nearby) next to Planned Parenthood in Manhattan. It was
the first morning when I actually was able to predict who is coming into the
clinic in that sidewalk full of passers-by. It has nothing to do with appearance,
maybe it is just pain that can be sensed in these heavy steps of expected
parents. When they see us, they want to avoid us but at the same time a small
part of their being wishes to be stopped from aborting their child. And yes I
tried to do just that, greeting them with a smile. A group of girls were coming
and one of them was pregnant. Her friend told that it is ‘only’ 8 weeks of
pregnancy… When they heard what the baby is capable of at this time, how the
heart is already beating, they accepted the pamphlet with more information and
our phone number but carelessly rushed into the clinic… It seemed like that
friend was more interested than the pregnant girl herself. I did not see them
leaving the clinic for the rest of the morning…
A few men who were waiting outside while their partners were
in the clinic tried not to demonstrate their feelings, but after talking to them
it was apparent that they carry hurricanes in their hearts. They felt helpless
and one refused my help, another was in denial.
Deceased babies in this clinic are not forgotten; they received
a tribute from street artists which can be seen by a lot of women on their way
to the abortion clinic. The street of Planned Parenthood certainly has a
different atmosphere.
Even though that was a morning with no turn-arounds, a lot
of women took the pamphlet with the pro-life message into abortion clinic.
Maybe this is a tiny seed of hope. Maybe this hope will grow gradually in them and
they will be able to be open to life one day.
Sigute
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