By Dora Collier
NOTE: this was written by my wife, Dora, and posted on her facebook page.

Today, my goal is not to convince you of anything; I don’t want to argue the debate; I don’t want to tell you what to do, but rather to share
with you a story that has been with me my entire adult life. This is my
story and I think we all have one to tell. For me, this story changed, I
believe, the course of my life.

I remember meeting my best friend, we had an instant bond and soon we
were hanging out all the time.We grew up together and shared so many
good and bad times. Boy, if I could tell all the things we experienced,
you probably would not believe them. I was a quiet, cool headed, slow to
jump, a problem solving person and my best friend was the polarized
opposite: full of life,totally open, wild, fly by the seat of your
pants, overly friendly, funny and a blast to hang out with. We were
like fire and water together- Best Friends Forever. I will call my best
friend Mary to keep her identity private. Mary loved a good party, a
good dance, a good drink and not in that order.

She was always the life of the party and everyone loved her. Though I did not enjoy parties as much as Mary, I went along to make sure she could get home.
She was grateful for me and I was happy to help her when ever she needed
something. I remember through out our relationship she would always
come to me for advice, knowing that I would have an answer to her
problems. And I always did.

One day, Mary needed to talk, she looked so serious and I knew
something was wrong. I asked her what was wrong. She was embarrassed to
tell me at first, she made me swear not to tell anyone. So I gave her
my word. Then she told me. She was pregnant and didn’t know what to do.
My response was: What? Whose? and Oh,No! She needed my help, she asked
me to take her to an abortion clinic. For the first time I didn’t know
what to do. I never asked her if she was sure, I never tried to
convince her not to do that, I just held her real tight and told her,
“it was going to be, okay”.

That is all I could give Mary, my support and unconditional love. She was relieved, but ashamed. A few weeks
later, we drove to the clinic in silence. I could tell that Mary was
not sure about this decision. I said nothing, I just drove. When we
arrived at the clinic, my instinct was to turn around, everything looked
sterile and the smell was stale in the waiting room, I did not feel
comfortable. I sat with Mary, held her hand until they called her name.
I could not go in with her, I was turned away.

She was in there by herself, I could not be by her side, why? About one hour later, she
emerged. The look on her face told me everything. I had made a
mistake, I had given her the wrong advice, what have I done? Mary was
grieving, I had seen that face before. Oh, God what have I done! We
walked outside to the car without a word exchanged; just silence – the
kind of silence the comes right before a burial. Once inside the car,
Mary began to weep, and began to tell me what had just occurred. In the
middle of the procedure, she had a moment, the realization that she was
about to end the life of her unborn child.

She told me that she asked the Dr. to stop; “stop”, she said. No response. He did not heed. Her
eyes had been opened, her heart was overcome, she did not want do to
this, but it was too late. Mary continued to cry all the way home, she
could not be consoled that day. I had failed my best friend. I could
of stopped her. She would of listened to me, she loved me and I loved
her. To this day, Mary still mourns the death of her child, she has not
forgotten that day, it is not a day of celebration – a birth day;
rather a reminder of what she did over twenty years ago. Mary is married
now and has five living children and one unborn.

Today, I still share the guilt with Mary, it is our secret that we bear
together. I share this story with you so you don’t do the same. We both
were ignorant of the options for the unborn, but not any longer.Both
Mary and I choose life and that will not ever change. That experience
changed our lives, forever. If her story will stop an unborn child from
being aborted today, or sometime in the future, we thank you and may God
Bless You.

————–editor’s addendum———————-

I received an email from the Susan B Anthony List about the fight for life being waged so that young women, like my very own wife, know there are better alternatives, and so that they aren’t misinformed about and even encouraged to participate, if even indirectly, in taking the life of the unborn.

From the piece:

We need
to raise $250,000 in the next 48 hours to air these commercials in
all six swing pro-life Democratic districts. Our dedicated staff here
at Susan B. Anthony List are burning up the phone lines and calling all
of our donors across the country to get the money raised immediately.

I am asking that our online donors raise $100,000 of this goal.

Are you up for the challenge?

If you and I won’t stand up for the unborn and their mothers,
who will? And if we won’t stand up for them now — with the biggest
attack on the unborn since Roe looming — when will we?


Can we, as concerned citizens who respect human life and human dignity, who oppose this health care monstrous act of congress, that may be merely “deemed”, and not voted on at all, step up and help, and dig deep if need be, with this effort?

We are truly in a crisis mode, and we cannot ask “will we succeed” but, rather, what will be asked is, “how hard did we try?”

Bill Collier