Silent Cry.
T'was the title of a documentary about abortion. It was shown to us when we were in high school. The purpose: To instill in our mind that abortion is no less than killing. Worse, killing an innocent life.
Life begins at fecundation (the meeting of sperm and egg cell). Once there's fertilization, there's life. More often than not, even before the mother knew she's pregnant, there's already life inside her womb.
The documentary showed the abortion process - uncut. It was horrible. It was gross. Using ultrasonography, I saw how the fetus slowly struggled to stay away from the huge forcep which bit by bit mutilated him. The movements were apparent. The fetus was actually avoiding the fatal intrusion... But to no avail. He was weak and still dependent on her mother. His legs were pulled. Then his hands. The forcep twisted his head. Then the midbody. Finally, the fragments were collected using a hose (which appears more like a vacuum or a device that uses suction). It was brutal.
I pity the babies. Their silent cry were left unheeded even by the very person expected to care for them the most.
T'was in 1997. Today's abortion procedure is far easier. But still butchery.
What pushed me to write this entry
A conversation with a friend.
She's 19. She's pregnant. But she told me she doesn't want to have a baby just yet so she's planning to have an abortion. She asked me about the medicine, the process. But I just can't spill the beans. To do so is to impliedly allow her to kill the baby.
I told her not to abort the baby because he/she has no bearing whatsoever on her personal problems. The baby has no fault. Just the result of her sexual activities. Activities she consentedand enjoyed. Thus, she must be responsible enough to face the consequences of her actions. And never undermine respect for life.
What had happened
That conversation wasn't my first about abortion. There were several cases before that. But the most striking was with a new found friend...
Friendship came effortlessly. We shared each other's stories. We shared each other's lives. And we eventually became associated with each other.
In one of our serious talks, she divulged her abortion. She said it was very frightening, excruciating. She bled right out. And her boyfriend was trying to staunch the bleeding all night. There were just the two of them performing the procedure. She was copiously perspiring. Cold sweat dropped. She was shaking. And hemorrhaging continued. She thought she was dying.
Though she survived the abortion process, she is constantly bothered by the plight. She said that was her greatest mistake, greatest crime. Up to now, she feels the pangs of guilt wounding her conscience. She felt she has not forgiven herself for doing such disgraceful act to cover her shame. She felt God has not fogiven her yet. She's still restless...
T'was the title of a documentary about abortion. It was shown to us when we were in high school. The purpose: To instill in our mind that abortion is no less than killing. Worse, killing an innocent life.
Life begins at fecundation (the meeting of sperm and egg cell). Once there's fertilization, there's life. More often than not, even before the mother knew she's pregnant, there's already life inside her womb.
The documentary showed the abortion process - uncut. It was horrible. It was gross. Using ultrasonography, I saw how the fetus slowly struggled to stay away from the huge forcep which bit by bit mutilated him. The movements were apparent. The fetus was actually avoiding the fatal intrusion... But to no avail. He was weak and still dependent on her mother. His legs were pulled. Then his hands. The forcep twisted his head. Then the midbody. Finally, the fragments were collected using a hose (which appears more like a vacuum or a device that uses suction). It was brutal.
I pity the babies. Their silent cry were left unheeded even by the very person expected to care for them the most.
T'was in 1997. Today's abortion procedure is far easier. But still butchery.
What pushed me to write this entry
A conversation with a friend.
She's 19. She's pregnant. But she told me she doesn't want to have a baby just yet so she's planning to have an abortion. She asked me about the medicine, the process. But I just can't spill the beans. To do so is to impliedly allow her to kill the baby.
I told her not to abort the baby because he/she has no bearing whatsoever on her personal problems. The baby has no fault. Just the result of her sexual activities. Activities she consented
What had happened
That conversation wasn't my first about abortion. There were several cases before that. But the most striking was with a new found friend...
Friendship came effortlessly. We shared each other's stories. We shared each other's lives. And we eventually became associated with each other.
In one of our serious talks, she divulged her abortion. She said it was very frightening, excruciating. She bled right out. And her boyfriend was trying to staunch the bleeding all night. There were just the two of them performing the procedure. She was copiously perspiring. Cold sweat dropped. She was shaking. And hemorrhaging continued. She thought she was dying.
Though she survived the abortion process, she is constantly bothered by the plight. She said that was her greatest mistake, greatest crime. Up to now, she feels the pangs of guilt wounding her conscience. She felt she has not forgiven herself for doing such disgraceful act to cover her shame. She felt God has not fogiven her yet. She's still restless...
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