Dear Mommy,

I am in Heaven 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 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 was in. I was so scared, I began 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 and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."

Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can 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 many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. 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 that terrible things they had done to you.

I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand. And soon 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 physical pain was gone. The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me.

He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels."  I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die.

Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.

Please be careful.

Love,
Your baby girl

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This was written by a 16 year old girl on the horror of abortion from the baby's point of view. It is touching and may sway some minds to become pro-life.

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By the time this gets around, my name, won't be known, but I don't know, it might. For those of you, who don't know me, my name is Brandie, and, the story that you just read, could have been me. When my mom was pregnant with me, she was only 17, not married, and a senior in high school. She never got to finish high school either, because, she married my dad while she was pregnant with me. She was also on birth control.

Her doctor suggested that she have an abortion, but my grandmother told her that she could NOT have an abortion. Thanks to my grandmother, I was born. Who would have known, though, that only eight months down the road, my parents would be gone forever. I would have never guessed that doing such a simple act as going to get some gas at a local gas station would have cost them their lives. With tears in my eyes, I will tell you what happened on a dreadful night for my family.

When they were pulling out, a drunk, tractor trailer driver was coming towards them. They had little to no chance in their station wagon. I have no clue if my parents were Christians--that hurts me beyond words. Not knowing is what hurts.

My  dad, was a big guy, but my mom was just a little petite thing. The impact from the hit forced my dad onto her. As big as he is, I don't know how she survived that. My dad wanted the doctors in the emergency ward to take care of my mom, but they didn't listen to him. He looked bad on the outside, but my mom was worse than he on the inside. She died first, he followed later.

Even from this tragedy, I am alive. Even though some rotten things have happened to me and my family, a lot of good has happened too. I wonder why God allowed this to happen, but I know that He had a good reason. In my life, I want to honor my Lord and Savior by doing whatever His will is for my life. I've gone to Venezuela on a missions trip and I plan on oing to Zambia for the same reason.  I'm a virgin, and plan to be until I am in the bond of marriage, and in my life I want to honor God in all that I do.

God will be with you NO MATTER WHAT! He won't leave you, or forsake you.  He's there, He will stick by, closer than a brother, don't forget that...

HIS servant...
Brandie