Originally published at National Catholic Register
Birthday Blessings
Reading Matthew McDonald’s article regarding “‘Black Market’ Abortion Pills From Mexico Streaming Into US” (Nation, Oct. 20 issue) brought to mind the best thing that ever happened to me in my 18 years as a regional high-school hall monitor. One day, a senior student approached me with a question. She confided that she was four months pregnant and caught in a quandary between her parents, who wanted her to deliver the baby, and her friends, who were pushing her toward an abortion.
I inquired about the father, and she tearfully stated that he left her and that was what made the choice so difficult. I advised the young lady to never think about an abortion because it would be something that haunted her for the rest of her life. I told her that she could always place the child up for adoption.
Approximately 10 months later, her friend visited the school while I was working the front desk. I inquired about her friend’s situation. She said that the father returned to her, they got married, and she delivered a healthy baby boy.
When I asked her if she knew when the baby was born, she said, “Yes, May
