
A Personal Perspective on Abortion
When I was in high school in the 1970’s, one of my friends in home room that morning came in and did not look good. She was paper white. My friend Kathy and I asked her what was wrong and she replied, “Nothing, do not talk too loud, please!” Then she took a deep breath, fell out of her chair, and proceeded to hemorrhage all over the floor. She had had a backroom abortion the night before and that morning died in front of me as she bled out.