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I Can't Forget Not Remembering


I received a gift I will never forget and I don’t even remember getting it. I was there when it was given but I didn’t even know to acknowledge it. When I should have said, “thank you”, I couldn’t get the words out. Instead I just screamed and cried. Some people call this gift a choice, all I know is that it saved my life. It was many years later that the gift I received was finally realized. I didn’t even know it was a gift until I heard that billions had died. That’s when I saw that there was a problem that was being ignored by many. By not killing me, my Mom saved my life and for that I owe her plenty. So now I’m using my voice to encourage a pro choice to give voice to those without any. Because I can’t stomach to see another baby killed and ripped out of their Mommy’s belly. I don’t view murder as a pro choice but an amateur’s decision to problems. The face of a coward is the back of their head but that’s us when our back’s to the fallen. So I thank my Mom for facing her fears and changing my life forever. It’s because of that gift that I will never forget what I can’t even remember.
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