I can’t remember a more grim day than the one we experienced yesterday. By 7:50 the parking lot of the abortuary was full. Clients and boyfriends sat in their cars, engines idling, music playing. Only one would take any of our material. At the end of the parking lot, close to the sidewalk, there was parked a van with two older women and a teenager. The driver screamed at me the usual stuff–”get the f____ away! Get a f___ing life!” Blah, blah, blah. She then got out of her van, grabbed my pamphlets and tossed them on the sidewalk. “There’s nothing there. Nothing’s being killed!” She then went after Alicia, shouting the same things, grabbing and tossing her material. Overall, it was a morning of heartbreak. The work, however, is not without spots of encouragement. Alma gave birth on Thursday. She pushed twice–and out came a ten pound boy! After our time at the abortion mill, then, we went to her apartment in order to set it up for her homecoming. We delivered a supply of diapers, a playpen, a rocking chair, and some baby clothes. However, we were eventually involved in other matters when we discovered that her refrigerator wasn’t working and that everything in it had spoiled. It wasn’t, we saw, the fault of the appliance, but the fault of the wiring. We didn’t think it would be safe to even leave the refrigerator connected to any of the kitchen wiring, so we pushed it into a bedroom and plugged it in there. When Alma came home later in the day, she was glad to see she had a working refrigerator, but a little disappointed to see she had no food.
We’ve made the next month’s rent payments for two of the mothers. We have two more to cover.
