My story is not unique. Like so many others, I was just a kid when I discovered the horror of abortion—twelve years old. As the oldest of four and very into reading, I frequently got dropped off at the public library to lurk around the bottom floor and launch myself into a new book. Being the kid I was, I refused to look in the kid’s section: it was straight to the adult non-fiction
for me. For some reason, I came across a book about the procedure of abortion and what it was. The pictures of the “medical procedures” broke my heart and my life was changed forever. My naïve twelve-year-old self was horrified; I had just discovered the greatest evil and I had to tell others. Clearly, no one would allow this to happen. They must not have known about it, right? My research continues. Wrong. My heart was further broken when I realized that it not only
happened in my country, but that it was a controversial topic.
Now, I am twenty. I have been a member of this movement for eight years and I attended my first March for Life this January. My journey in the Pro-life movement has led me to an internship with South Carolina Citizens for Life and this past Friday, June 24th, 2022, I had the great honor of being at the National Right to Life Convention when the news broke: Roe was no more. Our hands were untied, and we could finally get legal protection for the unborn
across the country through the democratic process. We sat in a general session of the convention when we heard yelling in the hallway. My first thought was, “Oh no, here it goes. Something bad is about to go down.” Then, someone yelled, “overturned.” The cheering and applause that broke out were soon followed with there not being a dry eye in the house. Young and old, black and white, man and woman: we were a family, a family that had just gotten what we had been
praying for for fifty years.
Finally, the boulder blocking our path to legal protection for the unborn was removed, clearing the path for the fight ahead. Just like that. With only a measly eight years in the fight, I got to celebrate
that win and I will never forget it. I will never forget the feeling of that day. I will never forget the men and women who have been fighting endlessly for almost fifty years through every possible obstacle that could be thrown at them. And I will never forget that Jesus Christ, in His infinite love and mercy, overturned the fictional right to abortion on the Feast of His Sacred Heart. For the rest of my life, I will fight to protect the unborn and their mothers from the violence
that I saw that day in that book when I was twelve; not one day will go by when I don’t thank God for that beautiful day at the 2022 National Right to Life Convention.
