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Oh God, what about me?
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Delia
Vermont,
United States
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In my life-time I see no light.
I am made in God's Image...but no one shall know me.
I will not speak, I will not walk, I will not meet my brothers or my sister--not in this lifetime-- mine is much too short.
I cannot even hold my mother's hand, my father's too-- I want to meet you, to love you too.
My name is Danielle, Danielle Mary--my mom thought it would help to keep me alive if she gave me Our Mother's name to help her not make the wrong "choice" , but she could not hold onto love--she instead sought help from "worldly friends" and my " lost" father.
Too frightened and ashamed, too selfish--adoption could not be an option because this child could only be loved by her.
So her love for me through all of her confusion got painfully lost--so overwhelmed with wanting to keep her child--something that never should have had another option, became outweighed by the pressure to stop and continue as things used to be. He said...
"If you keep this, I will leave you and go so far away you won't be able to find me."...what about me?!
My mom was still living in a numb state due to her mom and dad recently divorcing--something she did not see coming and, oh yea, the break up of her family.
Now she was supposed to be ready to begin her own family--her boyfriend would abandon her, her family--mother, father, sisters, brothers were each so numb by the divorce-- but hey, what about me..?!
What did I do to deserve abandonment, no one to meet me, no one to hold me, no one to love me--not even my own mom--what about me?...
I want to grow and love you. I will be your love, I can be your life, your hug, your gift from God Himself.
What about me? Please, don't tell yourself I cannot be-- I am.
Please, don't silence me--I want to live, please, let me live.
You sought help from the Catholic Church-- but never even got through the doorway--knowing they would not want to know you. Your worldly fear, feared trusting anyone.
You never gave them a chance to help you...what about me??
You went to a library to find pictures of the unborn baby knowing if it was a "bunch of cells" it was a human life--a baby.
But you were too embarrassed and too shy to ask for help in your unsuccessful search ...so you left. What about me?
You were finally brave enough, seeking help from someone you trusted, a friend you respected and you "knew" would understand and help you all she could, only to hear her say she had an abortion and it was one of the greatest decisions she had ever made.
You, stunned and fearfully discouraged had no one to turn to...What about me?!
Oh God, what about me ?...........God's gift to me was life; God's gift to me was you and all in my family and all of my friends, and to breath fresh air, and feel the seasons, to see His sunrise and sunset, to taste and smell and hear and touch and love...What about me, please don't forget about me.
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