2 AM--Woke up from a dream that one of my organs was failing and that I had six weeks to live.
2 PM--Marched down Capitol Avenue protesting abortion with thousands of other Arkansans.
8 PM--Was in a car accident with my husband and son.
Yeah. Like I said. Intense.
My totally-freakish dream aside, the March for Life is something that I am very passionate about--and not just because my father has devoted his entire life to protecting and saving innocent lives as a neonatologist and pro-life advocate. I remember I was about nine the first time I marched to the capitol. It is always very emotional for me, because I feel so convicted that abortion is wrong. I feel so convicted that every single life, especially those that don't have voices, are precious and should be protected.
I marched with my dad and my brothers. The weather was awful, and yet thousands of people showed up.
"An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity." -MLK, Jr.
"He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it." -MLK, Jr.
"Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.'" -Matthew 19:14
"All human life--from the moment of conception and through all subsequent stages--is sacred, because human life is created in the image and likeness of God. Nothing surpasses the greatness or dignity of a human person [...] If a person's right to life is violated at the moment in which he is first conceived in his mother's womb, an indirect blow is struck also at the whole moral order." -Pope John Paul, II
It is always empowering to be surrounded by thousands of other people who believe in what you believe. And I am grateful to live in a country where people are free--free to protest and free to fight for what they believe is right.
And as if my day wasn't intense enough, we got in a car accident. We had dinner at my parent's house, and on the way home we swung into Walgreen's to pick up the little one's prescription. I was making a left with a green arrow, and driving slowly because the roads were wet, and out of nowhere a woman ran the red light at full speed and without ever hitting her breaks smashed into the right back corner of my SUV. I was driving and my first thought was my son. We pulled over, the police came, the woman who hit us never got out of her car to even ask if we were okay. I held it together until my mother-in-law called, and then I started crying. If that woman had hit us an instant earlier, she would have hit where my husband and child were (although we were very grateful that the toddler's carseat was in the middle!). The only other time I have been driving and been in an accident was when I was completely stopped at a red light and someone plowed into me. Today, we are sore, and I am pretty shaken up.
Life is precious. So precious. It's worth fighting for. And it's worth being grateful for.
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