Letter from an aborted childthis letter circulated the net long time ago but i think it must be re circulated again and again to save the innocents and give light to disturbed pregnant mothers.
"I am writing this letter to all mothers that have aborted a child. I, a victim, write this letter from all of us who have died in the hands of evil. I want to tell all mothers to stop crying for our absence because we are fine here. Our dad, God, is happy to have us, however we would be happier if we were with our parents. We are very happy and pray to God for you, mothers, so that you would not abort more children, neither would you allow more children to die this way. I want to tell you my story and tell all mothers the reality of abortion.
I remember very well the moment that separated me from the most beautiful living paradise; the moment that a machine detached me from my mother's womb. I had just finished eating and was ready to go to sleep, as usual. Listening to my mother talking I heard a strange voice. This voice projected me fear and I cried. I remember my mother feeling uneasy and scared as I felt her heart beat going up rapidly. I felt a huge device approaching me. I remember yelling, "Mommy! Mommy! What are you doing to me?"
All of a sudden I felt this device trying to reach me to destroy me. Impatiently I yelled again much louder. With all my strength, I clung to the most beautiful thing I had, my mother. I remember very well thinking to myself, "Why are you the most beautiful woman in the world, the one with a loving heart and full of tenderness, doing this?"
I was only a defenseless baby, or a "piece of meat" as that strange voice called me. I just wanted to be born, to fill you with kisses, hugs, and tell you that you wee the best mother in the world. I wanted to be born to brighten your gloomy days and fill you with love and happiness and, occasionally, be mischievous. I thought of the moment when you and I would hug each other, laugh at one another, cry and comfort each other. Now I see that all my dreams are about to end.
As I was thinking this, the machine grabbed one of my tiny legs and detached it from me; then the other one. I yelled with pain, "Mommy! Mommy! Don't do this to me! I beg you mama, take this pain away from me. I promise I will not do anything that you don't like. Please, don't let me die! Please mama, I beg you!"
Then my right arm was clumsily detached. Full of pain, I pleaded with my mother not to let me die. Then the other arm was detached. As a baby that loves her mother, I kept fighting against the horrible device threatening. I didn't look like a normal baby any more. I had neither arms nor legs, but I didn't care. All I wanted was my mother to tell me that she loved me and wanted her to take this pain away from me. The end was close as some clamps destroyed my head and, with an "I love you" I said good-bye to my mama.
Mama, I only want to tell you that I forgive you and I love you. Don't suffer for me. I also want to ask you for a small favor. Tell the expecting mothers that what they have in their wombs is a baby that only wants to make them happy. "
I love you mama.
"I am writing this letter to all mothers that have aborted a child. I, a victim, write this letter from all of us who have died in the hands of evil. I want to tell all mothers to stop crying for our absence because we are fine here. Our dad, God, is happy to have us, however we would be happier if we were with our parents. We are very happy and pray to God for you, mothers, so that you would not abort more children, neither would you allow more children to die this way. I want to tell you my story and tell all mothers the reality of abortion.
I remember very well the moment that separated me from the most beautiful living paradise; the moment that a machine detached me from my mother's womb. I had just finished eating and was ready to go to sleep, as usual. Listening to my mother talking I heard a strange voice. This voice projected me fear and I cried. I remember my mother feeling uneasy and scared as I felt her heart beat going up rapidly. I felt a huge device approaching me. I remember yelling, "Mommy! Mommy! What are you doing to me?"
All of a sudden I felt this device trying to reach me to destroy me. Impatiently I yelled again much louder. With all my strength, I clung to the most beautiful thing I had, my mother. I remember very well thinking to myself, "Why are you the most beautiful woman in the world, the one with a loving heart and full of tenderness, doing this?"
I was only a defenseless baby, or a "piece of meat" as that strange voice called me. I just wanted to be born, to fill you with kisses, hugs, and tell you that you wee the best mother in the world. I wanted to be born to brighten your gloomy days and fill you with love and happiness and, occasionally, be mischievous. I thought of the moment when you and I would hug each other, laugh at one another, cry and comfort each other. Now I see that all my dreams are about to end.
As I was thinking this, the machine grabbed one of my tiny legs and detached it from me; then the other one. I yelled with pain, "Mommy! Mommy! Don't do this to me! I beg you mama, take this pain away from me. I promise I will not do anything that you don't like. Please, don't let me die! Please mama, I beg you!"
Then my right arm was clumsily detached. Full of pain, I pleaded with my mother not to let me die. Then the other arm was detached. As a baby that loves her mother, I kept fighting against the horrible device threatening. I didn't look like a normal baby any more. I had neither arms nor legs, but I didn't care. All I wanted was my mother to tell me that she loved me and wanted her to take this pain away from me. The end was close as some clamps destroyed my head and, with an "I love you" I said good-bye to my mama.
Mama, I only want to tell you that I forgive you and I love you. Don't suffer for me. I also want to ask you for a small favor. Tell the expecting mothers that what they have in their wombs is a baby that only wants to make them happy. "
I love you mama.
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