We can gain courage, however, from the story of the Good Samaritan (Luke 10:25-37) On the road from Jerusalem to Jericho, a man fell in with robbers. Injustice to any person in this world is injustice to every person! Even when we understand this, we are often afraid to act. We all share the responsibility for people who are in danger. It involves the destruction of an entire group of human beings! Just as we cannot be indifferent to the killing of a new born baby, so we cannot be indifferent to the killing of a preborn baby. But to claim the right to destroy them in practice is a different matter, no longer involving only beliefs, but bloodshed, not only viewpoints, but victims.Ībortion is our problem, and the problem of every human being.
#NONE OF MY BUSINESS FREE#
Some claim they are free to believe that the unborn are not human lives. Who is the child scheduled to be aborted today? That child is your sister, your brother. There is no reason to isolate abortion in a category of its own, where all the rules of human decency suddenly change. Even if we do not know their names, or have never seen the faces of these victims, we know it is our business to help them. People understand that we have to intervene to help the poor, the AIDS victim, the drug addict, the victim of crime and war. People need to know that abortion is their business. It is, after all, the business of love to intervene to save our brothers and sisters in need. The fact is that some choices have victims, and when somebody’s choice destroys somebody else’s life, that’s everybody’s business. Yet it would make perfect sense to “interfere” with that same person’s choice to steal your car, burn your house, or kidnap your child! Many do not want to “interfere” with someone’s choice to have an abortion. We do not hear people say, “I would never abuse my child, but if the other person wants to do so, that’s her choice.” Nor do they say, “I would never commit a violent crime, but if someone else chooses to do so, that’s none of my business.” Yet we simply don’t look at most moral problems this way. This attitude has been expressed in a bumper sticker that says, “Against Abortion? Don’t have one!” and in the assertion that the opposing sides in this controversy should simply “Agree to disagree.” If someone else does it, that’s none of my business. They say, “I believe abortion is wrong, but I do not want to impose my morality on others.” In other words, it’s wrong, but it’s a private wrong. Yet a disturbing number of these same people will not do anything to stop it. Most people admit that abortion is wrong surveys show, in fact, that half of all Americans are willing to call it “murder.” ( See, for example, the January 1998 New York Times/CBS News Poll.) All of the babies pictured could be legally aborted in at least one US state. The pictures of unborn babies throughout are my addition. Priests for Life has been kind enough to allow me to republish material from their site. I am still the same person either way.This is from a brochure by Priests for Life’s Father Frank Pavone that can be found here. I realise that whether the other person thinks positively or negatively of me, it has no bearing. I try not to get upset when somebody insults me and I try not to get carried away when someone compliments me. It cannot hurt me unless I choose to let it hurt me.įor this reason I now try to live my life by the philosophy of 'what you think of me is none of my business'. What others think of me will never have any importance to me, unless I choose to give it that importance. The one thing I had under my control was my reaction to their behaviour. I could not control what others thought of me no more than I could control their actions. It took some time to accept but eventually, I realised that I was partly responsible for the pain that I had felt. What you think of me is none of my business
The bitterness and hurt that I felt over this incident and the many others instances of abuse, only subsided when I read the following quote by ' Dr. But it hurt that day and it hurt for a long time afterwards. I let them finish their laughing and casually walked off, pretending not be hurt. They spent the next five minutes (though it felt like an eternity) laughing into my face at the idea that a girl could like me. They told me that, the year before, another girl from the class had fancied me. They ran over to me all excited as if they had some major news for me. As I walked in the gates I met 3 of my class mates 2 girls and 1 boy. When I was 15, I was walking back to school following lunch break. There probably isn't a name that I was not called but there is one incident that really sticks in my mind. As a kid I was always very fat, or as I prefer to say I was pleasantly plump.
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