Who agree with abortion?

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As many of my fellow NDNs know by now, Heather and I have a beautiful almost 8 month old duaghter named kylee, which we both love with all our hearts. Back when we first found out she was pregnant, Things were not going so well in the financial area, and money was scarce for us, it all went on bills and gas. I literally had a crappy job, cleaning portable toilets and septic tanks, driving around a big tank truck all day, for 10 bucks an hour.
This child would be our first and i was really scared, unsure of how to act or what to do. I thought about how I could raise and support a little one, I had no real income or education, other than a 2 year community college degree, which got me no where. I thought about abortion, adoption, my head was just constanly ***ed-up not really sure of what to do. I had talks with heather about what I thought, and she is anti-abortion pro life, so We discussed what we would do. I decided that I needed to go back to school, and get job specific training, which I just recently got approved for, and I start class a cdl training in september to become a regional truck driver, something which i have been toying with the idea of doing for years now. She would be a stay at home mom and take care of the baby. We wouldnt trust a complete stranger with our child in a day care, especially with all the crap we hear on the news about what people do to such little innocent kids. But anyways, back when heather was preggers, she showed me this poem which I have posted below, the author is unkwown, but it really hit my heart and soul when it came to my beliefs about abortions.[/B]

here it is:

dear mommy,
i am in he aven now,sitting on jesus lap.
He loves me and cries with me;for my heart has been broken.
I so wanted to be your little girl.
I don't quite understand what has happened.I was so excited when I began realizing my existence.
I was in a dark,yet comfortable place.
I saw I had fingers and toes.
I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings.
I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.
Even from my earliest days,i felt a special bonding between you and me.
Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you
sometimes you would yell or scream,then cry.
I heard daddy yelling back.
I was so sad,and hoped you would be better soon.
I wondered why you cried so much
one day you cried almost all of the day.
I hurt for you.
I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.
That same day,the most horrible thing happened.
A very mean monster came into that warm,comfortable place I was in.
I was so scared,i began to screaming, but there was no sound.
I guess they had you all pinned down because you never once tried to help me.
Maybe you never heard me.
The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming,"mommy mommy help me please;mommy,help me."
complete terro is all I felt.
I screamed and screamed until I though I couldn't anymore.
The the monster ripped my arm off.
The pain I could never explain.
It didn't stop.
Oh,how I begged it to stop.
I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.
Though I was in such complete pain,i realized I was dying.
I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.
I wanted to make all your tears go away.
I had so many plans to make you happy.
Now I couldn't all my dreams were shaddered..
Though I was in utter pain and horror,i felt the pain of my heart breaking above all.
I wanted more than anything to be your daughter.
No use now,for I was dying a painful death.
I could only imagine the terrible things they done to you.
I wanted to tell you I loved you befor I was gone,but I didn't know the words that you understand.
And soon and no longer I had the breath to say them;i was dead
i felt myself rising.
I was being carried by a huge angel into a big,beautiful place.
I was still crying,but the pyhsical pain was gone.
The angel took me to jesus and set me on his lap.
He said he loved me, ans he was my father.
Then I was happy.
I asked him what was the thing that killed me.
He answered "abortion".

I qoute this from an unkwown author.

I will never consider this again, and I hate myself for evn considering it. When I look into our daughters eyes, I thank god for giving me the wisdom to make the right decisions, and we have been blessed.