Last weekend was eventful. I developed complications following the birth of my son, and ended hitting one medical clinic and two hospitals before being hospitalized Friday night. (We also paid $52.50 in hospital parking fees over 24 hours, but that’s another issue.)
Friday afternoon, my husband and I were sitting in the waiting room of a hospital wing. At one point a hospital staffer walked by, pushing a long cart stacked with large plastic biohazard bins.
We looked at each other and realized that we were thinking the same thing: Did any of the bins contain bodies of aborted children?
I don’t even know if abortions are performed at this particular hospital, or if the bodies of children are placed in such bins following abortions.
Were we morbid? Realistic? Are such thoughts just a consequence of both of us being members of the pro-life movement?
I don’t know. But that’s where our minds went.
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Faye, I do the same thing. I wonder about these things. Babies who are aborted in hospitals have to go somewhere and given how they die, hard to see that anyone would care about proper burial.
I must say it makes me feel less crazy to know that others think the same way.
Sometimes I feel crazy (negative) but other times I feel like I have a superpower, to see things others do not. I remember once pointing out to my friend from the porch of his condo the abortion clinic to the north and the massage parlours that aren’t massage parlours at all to the south. We can pretend evil isn’t all around us, or we can notice and try to do something, anything at all, about it to ameliorate the human condition.