We just never know what God is going to do next. Yesterday we met with a woman who had been at the abortuary more than a year ago. She had, in fact, aborted that child, but she had always kept our pamphlet. Recently learning that she is pregnant again, she pulled out that pamphlet, read through it, and used the phone number on the back cover. We asked her to meet with us at Rosita’s yesterday morning, which she did, accompanied by her “fiancee.” Their story was difficult: both were working at the airport and both were recently fired. He freely admits to a drinking problem, she suffers from bipolar disorder. They had no food. He said he even phones fast food restaurants to complain about missing items in his orders–orders he never made, of course–as a means of getting free food. She said the effects of the abortion had begun to hit her, so we talked about that a long time. Then I emphasized to the boyfriend the importance of making a commitment. He said he was ready to do that. She turned her head slowly, held his gaze for a moment, then asked, “Do you promise?” “Yes,” he said. The food problem was a little easier to manage: half of the restaurant is a little grocery store with a meat counter. I told them to go over to get what they needed. They conservatively picked out $25 worth of food; he boasted that they could live on that for a week.
Meanwhile, down at the other side of the table, ALicia was having a long conversation with a Hispanic mother, a mother we first met about 6 months ago. It was her little boy who had sadly told us that his goldfish had died–eaten by a rat which the little boy had found floating in the goldfish bowl. Now this mother came to us to tell us that she is giving up on her American adventure. She wants to go back to Mexico. We are going to help her sell her car and obtain passports.
At the Summit: A mother who dropped off her daughter for an abortion took our handouts, that were given to her daughter. After reading our information she rolled down her car window and motioned me over. She told me it’s a “great thing” that our group is doing, but that her young daughter, who has two other children, has no other options. I told the mother that her daughter has plenty of options and that killing her third child was not a good one. The daughter, who also had a set of our material, went in and out of the clinic numerous times. As I was walking to my van at 9:40 their car pulled up with both mother and daughter in it. They thanked me with broad smiles and drove away from the Summit. Being alone in the rain for over two hours, all of the sudden, seemed like the best way to spend a Saturday morning. Thank you for all of your prayers!
