As I worked in my office last Saturday, knowing that pressing matters would require me to work all day Sunday as well, I wondered if it was all worth it. The material world is becoming less important to me by the day. My thoughts are consumed by the pain and suffering our unborn children endure on a daily basis. I acknowledge the commitments I have made to the company that compensates me quite well, while I’m drawn to work full time to end abortion and protect the world’s children.
At times I feel trapped by the societal norms where you go to work every day, pay your mortgage, save for retirement, and, above all else, don’t make waves. I want to make waves. I want to leave the world better than it was before I got here. I want to make those who accept the murder of over 1 million unborn American children every year uncomfortable in their complacency. I’m convinced that most of society, living comfortably in their ignorance, and totally unaware of the magnitude of the slaughter that goes on every day in America’s abortion mills, would speak out and move to end the killing if they only knew.
Many things in life are more important than a steady paycheck and a big house. I would give it all up tomorrow if it would save just one child. Working to change minds and save lives is what I want to do. I yearn for a world that no longer allows its unborn children to be killed as a matter of convenience, and I want to play a part in the transformation. In honor of my 2 beloved grandsons, I pledge to be a thorn in the side of Planned Parenthood and all those who support their mission. I will keep up the fight until we stop allowing our children to be killed or until I no longer can fight.
As we age and begin to gain wisdom, our priorities change. We begin to think about our legacy and what we can do to serve our fellow man. Many of us find ourselves at a crossroads, torn between doing what we’ve always done, and doing what we really want to do. That’s where I am. During the fleeting moments that I find myself with nothing to do, I picture what my life would be like if I was able to work full-time on behalf of the world’s children. I imagine myself working even more hours than I work now, but loving what I do and looking forward to every new workday. I can see a world that once again embraces the sanctity of every human life; and I want my grandsons to grow up in it.
The world needs to get its priorities straight; and so do we as individuals. In spite of all the worldly temptations and distractions we all are exposed to, most of us know deep inside what is truly important. Our happiness and sense of purpose become clear when when we look into the eyes of a child and know that we are in the presence of a miracle.
What’s the most important thing in your life; your home, your money, your job, being liked, being famous? How many of these things will you take with you at the end of your life? Do you want to make the world a better place or do you want to leave the heavy lifting to others while you pursue happiness with material things? I live in a nice neighborhood, my wife drives a Mercedes, and I’ve spent a large part of my life in pursuit of the trappings of material success. More and more every day I realize that happiness is found in the simple things, and comes from giving, not taking.
These days my happiness comes from the laughter of my grandsons. I measure anything I consider beautiful against the indescribably beautiful sight of watching a hungry child eat. A big weekend for me is one that I spend with my kids and grand-kids. In my younger days I looked forward to going to work and advancing my career. Now I look forward to the end of my work day so I can work at my night job; ending the practice of abortion and putting the abortion mills that kill thousands of unborn children every day out of business.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but as I get older I think more about what I want to look back on if I have the opportunity to reflect on my life when the end comes near. I want to know that I did more with my life than just take up space and annoy more than just a few people. I want to save at least one child from the horror of abortion and inspire others to pick up the fight if abortion isn’t ended in my lifetime. I want my children and grandchildren to be proud of what I stood for and to know that living a principled life is the key to happiness and true success.
Living a life without priorities is about the same as target shooting with no idea where the target is. How do you accomplish your goals if you don’t know what they are? Being aware of human suffering and choosing to do nothing just makes you part of the problem. Waiting for someone else to face down evil is just plain dumb. Whether I succeed or fail in my fight to end abortion, only time will tell. All I do know is that I won’t look the other way and leave the job of saving our children to someone else.
We all need priorities in our life. We all need to have a goal that we are willing to sacrifice everything to achieve. If you’re working for a cause that you’re not willing to lose everything for, you’re working for the wrong cause. If you don’t have a burning desire to change the world and serve your fellow man, why don’t you?
Having recently turned 60, I’ve been assessing what’s important in my life and how I want to spend the rest of it. I’m well paid for what I do in a rather high-stress job. In my younger days it was all about the money. Now the money just doesn’t seem that important. These days I ask myself if I want to spend the rest of my working life putting in long hours at a job that in the end doesn’t make me feel that I’m working to benefit humanity. I must confess that during my day job I can’t help but think more and more about my night job; working to end abortion.
I would gladly leave my money and possessions behind today and work full-time towards my goal of ending abortion if I didn’t feel honor bound to provide for my children and grandsons, and the worthy charities my income allows me to support. It would be disingenuous of me if I didn’t admit that when I began my quest to bring an end to the killing of unborn children I was concerned about what my friends and family would think about my beliefs. Now, I don’t care. I know I’m on the right side of this issue and no amount of negative feedback, rejection, or even hatred, should either be directed at me, will ever diminish my commitment.
I’m committed to changing a society where more black children died by abortion in New York City last year than were allowed to be born. I’m committed to ending the involuntary funding of abortion giants like Planned Parenthood with taxes paid by pro-life Americans. Whether my daily work is read by 1 or 1,000,000, I’ll continue to fight for every child. Whether I’m able to change even one mind or save one life, I will not stop.
I feel a sense of urgency to put as much of my work out here as quickly as possible. I don’t know if this means that my time is short or that maybe there is a chance that something I write will make a difference. Either way, I’ll continue to work for every child’s right to life until I no longer can. The 3,500 children killed in America today were simply trying to live. They did nothing wrong and were not able to defend their God given right to life. I will.
While I welcome any help I can get to end the killing, I will persevere alone if need be. There are many fine pro-life organizations out there with much larger followings than I have, all fighting every day to save our children. I really don’t care who wins the fight for life as long as it is won. If I’m able to play a small part in the victory, so be it. If not, I’ll look back and know that I did my best.
The 1.2 million children doomed to die this year in America’s abortion mills deserve better. They deserve their chance to just have a chance, just like all of us. So far in my life, I’ve never encountered a problem that got better or went away if I just ignored it. America’s abortion mills won’t close and the killing of our children won’t stop if we just look the other way and pretend it isn’t happening. I won’t look the other way. Will you?