I’ve always been pro-life but like most people was too busy raising a family and making a living to really contemplate the horrors of abortion.  Throughout my life I had heard public figures say they had felt a calling to dedicate their lives to the causes they believed in.  I watched them pursue their callings, often at great personal sacrifice and often making the ultimate sacrifice in honor of their cause.  I watched as Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his life for his cause.  I watched as Mother Teresa lived in the squalid slums of India as she comforted its impoverished children.

The birth of my first grandson, the child of my child, stirred something inside me. With the birth of my grandson I finally realized the miracle that manifests itself as life.  I knew at that moment that every life is priceless and represents a gift to the world from our Creator.  The slow burn of my calling had begun but I still didn’t know what it was.  I spent the next 2 years watching my family’s little miracle grow and flourish and used that time to learn life’s lessons from an innocent child.  My grandson taught me the meaning of unconditional love and trust.  He taught me to experience awe at the sight of a bird in flight and a butterfly as it danced from flower to flower.  I learned the true meaning of joy as I saw the look of sheer joy on his face from the simple act of wearing his new basketball pajamas for the first time.  I sat through hours of Mickey Mouse movies with him and wouldn’t trade a minute of the time we spent and continue to spend together for anything in the world. My grandson showed me the way and made me realize that the calling I was feeling was real and that I had finally found my life’s purpose.

And then the news came that my second grandson was on the way.  Unbeknownst to me at the time, my second grandson’s impending birth was another not so subtle slap to the back of the head by the Universal Intelligence telling me to get it in gear and start my work of saving our unborn children.   But, by this time my calling to become a pro-life advocate had already begun to build and the pull was getting stronger by the day.  I don’t have a wall full of diplomas or a resume of fancy degrees and I can’t really explain what a calling is.  All I know is that something inside me beyond the realm of the physical world is guiding me towards my life’s work.  I can feel it and I know it’s there, and I’m listening.  My mission to save the world’s unborn children began on May 12, 2013 and will continue until my dying breath.  Once you realize what your purpose in life is you immediately develop a sense of clarity regarding everything else in your life.  You realize the problems you stressed about yesterday really weren’t that big a deal.  You know, without a doubt, that you were put on earth in this place at this time to do what you have been called upon to do.  With that comes a sense of peace that I can’t describe with words.

I’m following my calling as a happy warrior, knowing that my pro-life position and views will bring anger and ridicule from some, and I don’t care.  I know that advocating life over death is the right thing to do and no amount of baseless justifications and shallow arguments from the other side will ever convince me otherwise.

My children and grandchildren are my inspiration to do everything I can to end the scourge of abortion.  My weapon of choice in defense of life is the written word.  Every day I’m writing commentaries and letters to politicians, abortion providers, public figures, and everyone and anyone who somewhere deep inside knows the truth but refuses to acknowledge it.

My goal is nothing less than the end of abortion in my lifetime. I know I can’t do it alone and I know that help will come from sources yet unknown to me.   Laugh if you want, ridicule and demean me if it makes you feel better, or join me in promoting life.