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Trish
Ontario,
Canada
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I was 19 when I told my boyfriend I was pregnant...and he crumbled…said his life was ruined as he cried. We saw a doctor. who sent us to see “some people” that could help us. Just an address on a building. They told us all we needed to do was have the little blob of tissue removed…a simple procedure…and so we made the trip to Buffalo.
When we got there the nurse separated us...I was shaking as she led me down the hall. Every cell in my body was telling me to run! I heard whimpering behind a door and the nurse grabbed my arm and said, “Everything will be fine!’' She placed me in a dark musty room and gave me a sedative. When the doctor came in I couldn’t speak! In my head I was yelling NO! ...but my voice wasn’t heard. To escape the pain I floated out the one little window in that room...and when it was over, I was forever changed!
This began a downward spiral of alcohol and drugs and partying to run from my pain, and hidden depression became my secret friend.
At age 21 I was raped and a second pregnancy resulted....a second trip to Buffalo! I don’t have much memory of that trip…but I now had a label…"Unforgivable!” At age 23 I attempted suicide…I stopped pretending to be happy. I gathered all my parent’s pills I could find and took a handful, when my dog started scratching and howling at my door! I had to let him in...he jumped on the bed sending all the pills everywhere and I fell asleep with him beside me. The next morning I awoke thankful to be alive!
I became a registered Nurse and saw what abortion really is: “The brutal killing of innocent human Life!” So I’m here today to plead their case! LET LIFE WIN!
Song: When I Get There (By Trish Eisenhour)
When I get there, will your eyes be green or blue
When I get there, will you say you love me too?
When I get there, will the pain just fall away
Cause I’m longing every day to see your faces..OH OH
I know I’ve done wrong, caused you so much harm
I’m trying to live my life better
They told us such lies..ruined all of our lives
Now sorrow is my secret friend...
I long for the days that I threw away
So broken, confused, rejected...and change it
But when I get there,,I will see you as you really are
And I’m hoping, you will love what you see in my heart
So while I’m here on this day I’ll stand for truth and say
The sorrow never goes away...until I get there
OH..Until I get there, Until we get there
Until I get there, Oh.. until I get there...
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