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baby Walter

This probably one of the saddest stories I have read in a long time. I feel for this family and what they are going through. the loss of anyone especially a child is brutal. But I appreciate them showing that at just 14 weeks a baby is a baby. They have a body, blood running through veins at just 3 weeks you can see the eyes and spinal chord. that's 3 whole weeks. most women don't know they are pregnant for at least a couple months. A heartbeat. I can never truly understand why anyone would choose to take their child's life. I know some will argue rape but in reality are less then 1%. take that from more than 1 million abortions performed every year. How much longer will we say life is not valuable? No one wants to hear about what really happens to these beautiful children. There are countless pictures that clearly show these babies in agony. Whether its from being ripped apart or from being stabbed in the head and collapsing the skull. Why is it that its ok for a mother to kill her own baby but if someone kills a pregnant woman its a double homicide? Who are we to play God and take away someone's right to live. I know I have talked about this a few other times but I cant help but be passionate. These children could be the ones to save the world and we just write them off and the world turns their back on them.
We glorify Planned Parenthood and accept it as a form of birth control. Margaret Sanger who is PP's founder once said "The most merciful thing that a family does to one of its infant members is to kill it." If that doesn't say anything about a person I don't know what does. There are so many families who want babies but can't have their own. Please don't be selfish and give a child a fighting chance. I understand things happen but don't let a child pay for what has happened to you or what you did.
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