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My name is Jeanette and I want to share my story with you. When I was 17 years old, I had an abortion. At the time, abortions were rampant and there was an abortion clinic in Birmingham, Alabama. When I got pregnant, I was told that if I didn't have an abortion, my father would kill me and that it would degrade our family name.  Needless to say I was dishonored for what had done and I felt that I would have been better off dead. So off to the abortion clinic I went. I couldn't even drive at the time, so my sister had to take me. When we got to the clinic, there were people protesting with signs outside calling me all kind of names; but I was in such a daze I could hardly even tell what was going on around me. 

When we got inside I signed a piece of paper and sat down in a room full of women. The tables was round; I remember it like it was yesterday. You never for get anything like that. A lady came into the room and handed me a little cup with 4 pills in it and another small cup with water in it. She stood there until I took them and told me that they would call me back in 30 minutes and that I wouldn't remember or feel anything.

 

30 minutes later I walked to the back of the beautiful office and into a room where I saw rows and rows of beds; it looked like they never ended. I know they told me I wouldn't remember anything, but I think God allowed me to remember it all for a reason, and remember it vividly. As I lay on the bed, there was a young girl beside me who was even younger than I was. I was fully awake and crying. Even though I wasn't a Christian at the time, I knew that what I was doing was so horribly wrong. I knew I was killing my baby.

When I got to the back room (the place I now call the "Slaughter House"), they were horrible to me. Teetering and tottering, we went in lines to the Slaughter House. My crying meant nothing to them. My life meant nothing to them. I knew this when I saw that the girl in the bed next to me did not wake up. Not only did she lose her baby that day; she lost her life. They didn't realize I was awake and seeing it all, but I was. I watched as they did nothing to even try to help her. All they said was to call an ambulance and get her out of there, and when they got her to the hospital, to call her parents.

As I looked at that girl laying there, I knew God wanted me to see this, to show me how wrong it was, what I was doing, and that I could have easily died just as the girl beside me had. But He spared me; He left me to be a testimony as to what abortion really is and what it does and how it truly effects the women who go through with it.

For years and years I thought God could never forgive me for what I had done. I was so ashamed that I didn't even try to pray or talk to Him. I just got more and more calloused and apathetic. I didn't care about anything. But you see, God had a plan. He saw the tears I had cried for what I had done and He showed me that He forgives everything.


As I had my children, I told them everything. I told everyone about my sins because I didn't want this horrible thing to happen to anyone else! As my children got older they would even bring there friends home and I would talk to them about abortion and what God had done for me. Still to this day, I talk to young girls about it.

I still remember, but its a rainbow in my heart to help others not to do this horrible thing. Yes, I know my baby cries out from the alter in heaven and I just wonder who has my child's anointing; I know that as my baby went back home, God didn't take that anointing away. He gave it so someone else...

Written by Jeanette

Courtesy of Bound 4 Life