As I write this on a Sunday afternoon, my best friend, my grandson, is sleeping just feet away. My daughter dropped him off this morning so he could play outside with Pop Pop. We ran until we could run no more, we cut a tree down together, and then we shared a lunch of pizza and apples. Five years ago I never would have imagined that my first grandson, yet to be born, would end up being the best friend I have ever had. He is my inspiration to work for the pro-life movement, and every minute I get to spend with him and his little brother reminds me of how miraculous every human life is.
Over 3,000 of his peers will die tomorrow in America’s abortion mills. They are the friends he will never meet and the innocent victims of a society that chooses the path of least resistance over the sanctity of every human life. Since he was born nearly 4 years ago, about 4 million unborn children have been denied their Right to life in America. When we exercise our free will to end a human life before it can even be born, we accept the consequences of our actions. My belief is that we can’t begin to comprehend the consequences of allowing tens of millions of our innocent children to be killed by Planned Parenthood and America’s abortion industry over the last 40 years. I also believe that anyone aware of the thousands of abortions performed every day and not working to end the killing, is offering their endorsement of the practice.
I’m sure that my best friend will become the best friend of countless others over what I hope is a long and happy life. I hope to still be around when his children are welcomed to the world and I hope to instill the values in him that I try to live my life by. Everyone needs a best friend, and every child that dies today in an abortion clinic was destined to be someone’s best friend. Neither of my grandsons are guaranteed to be happy or successful, but they will both have the chance to make the most of the gift of life they were given. That’s all any of us can hope for; an opportunity to do good works during the time we’ve been given.
I’m haunted by visions of the seemingly endless stream of dead babies churned out every day by the abortion industry, and I’m committed to leaving my grandsons a world that no longer allows its unborn children to be killed. I refuse to do nothing as Planned Parenthood and its cronies peddle their industry of death, while they make billions from the pain and suffering of innocent children.
Your best friend should be someone you can always count on, no matter what. My best friend will always be able to count on me to do everything in my power to protect him and every other child. That’s what friends do.
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When I wrote this piece a little over a year ago I had just wrapped up a play day with my oldest grandson. Within a couple weeks of his birth, nearly 5 years ago now, I already knew that there was a special bond between us. That bond is just a strong today, and I treasure every minute I spend with him and his little brother. Just because my oldest grandson is my best friend doesn’t mean I love his little brother any less. It’s simply a reflection of the life experiences we’ve shared together. My best friend will turning 5 years old soon; in a life journey that I hope will be long and happy.
He knows how I feel about him, and one day I hope he will read what I’ve written here and know that he was my inspiration.