Marchers walked through the streets of Topeka and many cities around the country to express their ongoing dismay over abortion rights in America.
I was conceived out of wedlock by two college students and put up for adoption in late '66. My mother had the "right" to kill me, but she chose to give me life and put me up for adoption. I was then adopted by a wonderful Christian couple who raised me as their own.
I'm alive. I'm breathing. I contribute to society. I have parented children. I am an employer. I'm a husband.
And none of that could have been possible if she chose instead to have an abortion. The result would have been the same as if someone went into the hospital nursery and smothered me with a pillow.
Is there any other way to look at it?
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