Sundays are usually the only day of the week I have a fleeting chance of sitting still for a moment and reflecting on what is truly important in my life.  Inevitably, what I can do for others as opposed to what I can do for myself is the one thing my mind settles on.  I’ve been a slacker the last couple months in my mission to end the killing of the world’s unborn children.  I could take the easy way out and blame my lack of focus on my grandson’s recent health problems, my insane work schedule, or any one of a hundred other things; but that isn’t the ethical or moral resolution to my recent lack of effort towards my life’s goal.  Money and all things material are nice to have, but we leave it all here at the end.  Living your life for the greater good of others will bring you far greater rewards in this life and beyond.  This is my purpose.

Moving forward, I will resume my letter writing campaign to the President, Planned Parenthood, and everyone else invested in the legal killing of our unborn children.  I recently turned 60 and I really don’t care who I piss off, offend, or make uncomfortable with my letters to child killers and their enablers.  Not an hour goes by in my life that I don’t think about the innocent children who will die today at the hands of America’s abortion industry.  And not another day will go by that I don’t take another step to end the killing.

Tomorrow is the first day of the next great battle in my life.  I may not end abortion in my lifetime, but I will die knowing I did my best to make a difference and change some minds.

Today will be another play day with my grandson.  The joy on his face and the innocence in his eyes are all I need to know that I am on the right side in my fight to save our unborn children.