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Where Do We Draw The Line?
At six months and thirteen days an unborn baby resting in his mother’s stomach is still growing, healthy and strong. The mother, a 24 year old med student, lies on a cold metal operating table at a clinic. Prepped and ready, the doctor looks into the mother’s stomach with the help of an ultra sound machine. The beautiful baby’s tiny heart is beating, quickly, but full of new life, ready to burst into the world three months from the date.
The doctor reaches into the mother’s birth canal, and tears the child from his place of rest and comfort, leaving his head inside his mother’s body. The child’s tiny fingers and toes wiggle, feeling the first gust of a draft in the operating room. Quickly, and with little remorse, the abortionist jams razor sharp scissors into the poor child’s head. In one swift motion, he shoves a vacuum-like tube into the newly carved hole, and begins to suck out the baby’s brain. The skull caves in. The doctor now fully removes the corpse from his mother’s body. The baby is dead, and his mother may now return to her normal life.
Every year, there are about 1,397,970 prenatal deaths in America, and more than 1,370,000 of these deaths were abortions. That is more than ten million babies in a decade that never had the chance to see sunlight. These were children that could have grown up to be doctors or policemen or firemen or even scientists that would discover the cure for the common cold. But no, these poor and innocent children never had a chance. They never received their God given right to live. They never took their first breath of air. They never felt a smile curl to their lips when they opened their eyes and saw loving parents. Not once. Never.
At six months and thirteen days an unborn baby resting in his mother’s stomach is still growing, healthy and strong. The mother, a 24 year old med student, lies on a cold metal operating table at a clinic. Prepped and ready, the doctor looks into the mother’s stomach with the help of an ultra sound machine. The beautiful baby’s tiny heart is beating, quickly, but full of new life, ready to burst into the world three months from the date.
The doctor reaches into the mother’s birth canal, and tears the child from his place of rest and comfort, leaving his head inside his mother’s body. The child’s tiny fingers and toes wiggle, feeling the first gust of a draft in the operating room. Quickly, and with little remorse, the abortionist jams razor sharp scissors into the poor child’s head. In one swift motion, he shoves a vacuum-like tube into the newly carved hole, and begins to suck out the baby’s brain. The skull caves in. The doctor now fully removes the corpse from his mother’s body. The baby is dead, and his mother may now return to her normal life.
Every year, there are about 1,397,970 prenatal deaths in America, and more than 1,370,000 of these deaths were abortions. That is more than ten million babies in a decade that never had the chance to see sunlight. These were children that could have grown up to be doctors or policemen or firemen or even scientists that would discover the cure for the common cold. But no, these poor and innocent children never had a chance. They never received their God given right to live. They never took their first breath of air. They never felt a smile curl to their lips when they opened their eyes and saw loving parents. Not once. Never.