My mom and I were outside the abortion mill talking to the women before they went into the mill. A mother named Kelly had taken her daughter, who looked to be in her early twenties, to have an abortion. The daughter went in and out of the mill for a half-hour, yelling on the phone with her baby’s father. Every time she would come out, I would talk to her and her mom. After the last time, the daughter went into the clinic, Kelly came out to her car. I pleaded with her to bring her daughter back out to speak with us, or at least give her the pamphlets we had.
She replied “I tried, I’ve prayed. She’s a grown woman; she can make her own choices.” I then asked, “did you tell her you would be there for her?” Kelly said, “Don’t lay the guilt on me like that. I’ve done my due diligence with my Father and my God. I don’t need this right now.”