Holden

This is my son, Holden. He was born at 31 weeks. His story was the straw that broke the camels back so to speak, on what moved me into the rhealm of "Pro-life". His birth was riddled with trials, and I had many, many people encouraging me to abort. First,because I was a college student, and then because early tests showed that he likly had either Downs, Spinal Bifida, or both. I decided that I could not give up on my little man. We fought and fought for him, but alas my water ended up breaking at a far too early 23 weeks. Through the grace of God, and my wonderful doctor, we preserved the preganancy until 31 weeks.

When Holden was born he weighed only 2lbs4oz. I looked around the NICU at the plethora of equally tiny, equally sick, and equally young babies. I looked at their parents, their relatives, their siblings, and all I could think was "these children are alive". It was at that point that I began to really question my "personally pro-life, politically pro-choice" views. I began to read and investigate and was disturbed at what I found. The American people had been lied to. A very crafty, and very dangerous lie. I felt it was my duty to stop this.


So here I am, a quite outspoken advocate of Human Rights.