It was my impression that I was born into a family ...and I am one of six children. At the turn of the millennium, we celebrated with our parents ...their 50th wedding Anniversary. They taught me something about love and commitment ...and sharing (one bathroom while the eight of us lived there).
I am thankful for the upbringing that I've had ...and I did not feel so ill-equipped to get married, having not experienced it before. Experience has its boundaries. I know people who've been married several times ...whom I don't think are any better prepared for the conversation of marriage.
Last evening we were watching the news on TV, and there was a small panel speaking on the legalization of marijuana. One person was citing what he believed to be facts, as they were given, about the effects of marijuana. At that point, one of the panel members pointedly asked if he had ever smoked marijuana ...as if to challenge whether he knew anything at all what he was talking about if he had not ever smoked it. The panel member to whom the question was directed, quickly said that he had indeed smoked marijuana before ...seemingly feeling he was giving credibility to his claims because of the fact that he had experienced it.
No guy who wants to continue to hold his social ground will ever say he knows what it is like to be pregnant.
But, tell me if you know anyone who knows what it is like to be aborted.
I've seen movies of monster creatures chasing people ...and the fleeing people usually take refuge in a cave or something. The creature usually has long claws that reach into the cave or other hiding place ...and the claws come extremely close to those attempting to flee the danger and survive. But, they didn't usually reach the people and somehow the plot developed where the people got saved.
In an abortion, the claws do reach the one trying to survive ...and the defenseless baby gets ripped to shreds. How many of you can say you know how that feels??
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