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Kris
Today my husband and I visited a women’s clinic in Hartford, CT. We are not from Hartford and didn't know of the protesters who gather outside these clinics. We also didn’t know of the wonderful group of escorts who help these women walk in at this extremely vulnerable time. While I was disgusted at this group of tormentors, my faith in humanity was restored watching these young women guide other scared young women to see their doctor.
Although, it was a difficult decision to decide to abort, it was necessary. I was unable to carry this pregnancy to term for health reasons. Of course, I wish this wasn’t the case and didn’t look forward to our visit today. I was incredibly nervous to begin with, but a new fear arose as we pulled up to the curb and I could see the group of angry protesters waiting. I looked over and a man was staring right at me. I could tell he was preparing and waiting for me to get out of the car. I had never encountered anything like this and it I didn’t know that this was still happening. For some reason, I thought that protesters were peaceful and had to remain a distance away from the facility. I was so very wrong.
I asked my husband to please stay close. I knew this man was going to come at me as soon as I exited my car. Sure enough, he came at me like a lion on his prey. What I didn’t know were the things that were to come from his mouth. I don't feel I need to repeat the things he said, however harassment is putting it nicely. I tried not to listen to the awful things he yelled to me as he walked to my right then in front of me. Unfortunately, we were not aware of where the entrance was and walked the wrong way. When I got to the front door and read "No Entrance”, I was crushed. I would have to walk again past these people. I was terrified and I didn’t know if I could handle this. By the time my husband and I got to the correct entrance I was in tears, shaking,and humiliated.
While in the waiting room for some time through the window I watch as a group of, what I know now to be, volunteer escorts gather. These women were shielding other young women from the torment given out by the protesters. At such a vulnerable time for a woman, there are people there to guide, protect and help. What’s even more amazing they are all volunteers.
I was born and raised Catholic and am ashamed to be a part of a church that torments their fellow woman, but I am so proud of my fellow women who generously donate their time to help these strangers that no one else cares for. I can’t even begin to describe the feeling I had watching these young women guide other scared young women, women they don’t even know or will probably never see again, for no other reason but kindness and that it’s the right thing to do. Although, I was too early to be escorted, I still have tremendous gratitude towards these women and what they do. Thank you to all who volunteer, your selfless acts are admirable and you are making a difference in these women’s lives.
Although, it was a difficult decision to decide to abort, it was necessary. I was unable to carry this pregnancy to term for health reasons. Of course, I wish this wasn’t the case and didn’t look forward to our visit today. I was incredibly nervous to begin with, but a new fear arose as we pulled up to the curb and I could see the group of angry protesters waiting. I looked over and a man was staring right at me. I could tell he was preparing and waiting for me to get out of the car. I had never encountered anything like this and it I didn’t know that this was still happening. For some reason, I thought that protesters were peaceful and had to remain a distance away from the facility. I was so very wrong.
I asked my husband to please stay close. I knew this man was going to come at me as soon as I exited my car. Sure enough, he came at me like a lion on his prey. What I didn’t know were the things that were to come from his mouth. I don't feel I need to repeat the things he said, however harassment is putting it nicely. I tried not to listen to the awful things he yelled to me as he walked to my right then in front of me. Unfortunately, we were not aware of where the entrance was and walked the wrong way. When I got to the front door and read "No Entrance”, I was crushed. I would have to walk again past these people. I was terrified and I didn’t know if I could handle this. By the time my husband and I got to the correct entrance I was in tears, shaking,and humiliated.
While in the waiting room for some time through the window I watch as a group of, what I know now to be, volunteer escorts gather. These women were shielding other young women from the torment given out by the protesters. At such a vulnerable time for a woman, there are people there to guide, protect and help. What’s even more amazing they are all volunteers.
I was born and raised Catholic and am ashamed to be a part of a church that torments their fellow woman, but I am so proud of my fellow women who generously donate their time to help these strangers that no one else cares for. I can’t even begin to describe the feeling I had watching these young women guide other scared young women, women they don’t even know or will probably never see again, for no other reason but kindness and that it’s the right thing to do. Although, I was too early to be escorted, I still have tremendous gratitude towards these women and what they do. Thank you to all who volunteer, your selfless acts are admirable and you are making a difference in these women’s lives.
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