Day In the Life of a Pro-Life Activist - The Worst Day of Her Life

I stood behind a sign that showed a child unnamed, uncared-for, unloved, and torn apart.

I watched the faces of passerbys as they either ignored or were appalled by the image I showed. I imagined what it would be like to drive by, seeing the sight for perhaps the first time. I thought about the amount of children who suffered the same fate as the one in my picture.

For the people on the road, abortion may be an abstract thought, necessary, empowering, or sad. For this child, it was a tragedy.

I had a song stuck in my head called "The Worst Day of My Life," and I thought about the worst day of this child's short life, the day her mother chose to leave her and never look back.

For many children, today may be the best, or worst day of their lives.

Abortion may be to you a philosophical idea, but to hundreds of children in Canada, it's an emergency.

Day in the Life of a Pro-Life Activist

In February, on a university campus in Florida, I was handed a paper by a young man around my age. I looked at the paper; the title was Florida Atlantic University Communists. 

It had been written in anticipation of us, we were there to talk to the students about abortion, so the paper promoted communism and free abortion on-demand.

Soon a young lady walked by, and the gentleman who gave me the paper extended it to her. She looked confused, asking him, “What’s this?” “It’s free abortion on-demand!” He said proudly. “Oooh!” She took the paper and excitedly showed her friend. I walked over and extended my pamphlet to her, she reached out to take it and asked, “What’s this?” Before I could answer, she had opened the pamphlet and seen the picture of a 10-week old aborted child. She recoiled and quickly handed my pamphlet back to me, “I’m sorry, I can’t look at that.” She looked back to the communist paper and walked away.

The exchange replayed in my mind:

“What’s this?” She had asked me.

It’s free abortion on-demand.

I don’t think that moment will ever leave my memory. The ideology attracted and excited this young girl while the reality of it so horrified her that she couldn’t bear to look at it. It was like I saw the state of our entire culture embodied in one girl, I was stunned.

We are a culture of people who advocate for something and when asked, “What do you think about this thing that you support?” shy away saying, “It’s a really complicated subject,” or “I just don’t want to get into it.”

We can’t “not get into it.” Real live children can’t afford for us to choose to look at a paper with words instead of facing the reality of their fate.