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This letter is from the young woman Terry
intercepted last fall at
Family Planning Associates
Medical Center, (FPA), 7340 Miramar Road
San Diego CA. April 30, 2008.
Last
September I found myself in such a seemingly impossible situation. I was
pregnant from a man who was abusive to me. I already had 2 kids with
him. How could I leave him and support my children and have another as
well? Leaving him alone seemed impossible. I was so scared. I was
really, really scared.
So,
one morning, I feed my children, brushed their teeth, combed their hair
and dressed them as a good mother should. I took them to their Grandma's
house and kissed them as I left. I had a doctor's appointment, not just
any doctor's appointment, but an appointment at planned parenthood. I was
going to have an abortion.
I
didn't want to, but who does? My stomach ached and my moral self was in
chaotic battle. I arrived to the address in my car and circled at least
three times before I parked. My arms hugged my torso as I walked with
cloudy eyes and shaking legs to the front of the building. A woman who
saw right through me asked me if I wanted help.
She
gave me a pamphlet that I had no intention of reading. She told me that I
had other options. I know, I thought. I am a horrible person, I
thought. I don't want this but I can't...Maybe God will forgive me. I
will never forgive myself, I thought. I walked up the stairs to the clinic
and checked in. I didn't look around the waiting room, but I wanted to.
It was very quiet. The women and couples in there were probably feeling
like I was. A nurse checked me in rather quickly, it seemed.
I was
asked to sign a consent form after a few questions were asked. I held that
pen in my hand and looked down at the paper. I could not sign it. I
could not move my arm. I don't think that I was even breathing. I
couldn't move my arm. I couldn't hurt my baby because of my own fears.
Tears filled my eyes, the most sincere kind. At that moment, all that was
in my sight was my baby in my womb.
I
walked out of there and back to the street. The lady whom had approached
me before was still there and she just grabbed me and hugged me. I cried
in her arms. She held me like my mother would have. Her name is Terry.
She gave me a card and insisted that I call
Culture of
Life Family Services (COLFS).
I
didn't intend on doing so at the time, but I ended up calling them. They
saw me right away even though my insurance did not cover them. Come to
find out...I was caring two babies! They were so supportive! I was
honest with them about my situation. Margie ( don't remember her last
name) took me in her office and talked to me about my troubles. She and
the doctor and the nurses all helped me out soooo much. I didn't know
how. but I knew that I'd be okay.
Margie
sent my story out to the universe and I never expected what followed.
People started calling me. I want to help. I want to help. I want to
help! I didn't even know how to respond! I am so thankful! Jeanette took
me under her wing and started a chain of supporters who have done for me
more than I'd ever have imagined. I mean that with all of my soul.
Everyone who has gone through Jeanette to reach out to me....Thank you.
My
children have not gone without. In fact, this last Christmas was the best
Christmas of their lives! We had so much fun. They tore into those
presents and then we had a feast. It was GREAT! My twins were born on
March 22. They are so beautiful. I love them so much. Thank you
everybody. hope that someday I can talk to a woman who was in my place
and maybe make a difference like all of you.
Thank you to the public supporters, who come
to FPA and to those, unable to be physically present, prayed at home or at work.
Your prayers are saving lives!
In Christ thru Mary, Terry
www.colfs.org
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