Past experiences mold present beliefs....

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As everyone in Women’s Studies knows, my senior year I was pregnant. From the end of the summer/beginning of my senior year until May 1st, 2008 I missed out on many normal “high school senior” moments. HomeComing was nothing special for me which was quite a disappointment. Ever since I was in about 1st grade I wanted to win HomeComing queen so badly. When I got pregnant, that hope vanished whereas I added a belly instead. I wasn’t even voted on for court! And at my high school we also had a ComingHome for basketball season and I already knew there was NO way I would be representing my class for that occasion being 6 months pregnant. Luckily for me I grew up in a small town where everyone knows everyone so I didn’t get many dirty looks walking down the hall, people – as far as I know – didn’t talk about my state behind my back, and I was never treated unfairly by my teachers. But, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t start off on my pregnancy out thinking it would be smooth sailing, quite the contrary actually. I am prolife and have always stood by my stance at that issue, but yet things change with circumstances. I’ll admit abortion crossed my mind. Just getting rid of the little life growing inside of me against my will sounded so much easier. But that’s exactly what that option was – the easy way out. I am passionate about this subject because I have a beautiful son who is healthy, happy, and is a blessing to another family who love him as much as I do. Even within the first 6 weeks Isaiah was growing miniature feet, fingernails, and other remarkable features were growing at his extremely young existence. Sure, as I got farther along, it got very difficult, but I wouldn’t change my decision for the world. I gave my son life because I put him first rather than myself. Each situation is different across the charts, but there is always the option of adoption. It is a bittersweet memory, but I managed and am here at Alma today. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my child; it was that I loved him so much that his life came before my own.