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Turning 30 (Feb 2003) On January 22, I turned 30. It's hard to believe how time flies. January 22, 1973 seems like so long ago. I'm the oldest in my family. It's a pretty big family, but I'll explain that later. I grew up in the 80s but I had no idea just how much the world was changing. Then, the Berlin Wall fell in November 1989. I was 16 and on top of the world. My history teacher was right when he said that the world would never be the same. Then, something even more dramatic developed -- the Internet. If you want to understand my generation, then go on-line. When I was in college, a few of my friends and I helped start the Internet revolution. I got married three years ago, and we're expecting our first child in three months. A new generation begins... Except for one problem. You see, I wasn't actually born on January 22, 1973. In fact, I wasn't born at all. I never was given the chance to take even that first breath - never mind the 394 million breaths that would have followed over these 30 years. Not a single breath. That's because of something else that happened on January 22, 1973. Seven justices made a decision that would dramatically affect my life - and the lives of 40 million others who would never take a breath. That's my family. And it's growing every day. In fact, in the next 24 hours the family of abortion victims will grow by about as many people who died when the World Trade Center collapsed. And to think it was all based on a lie -- that a mass of tissue wasn't a human life. That mass of tissue was me! My goal here isn't to make you feel guilty. Rather, think of me - or what could have been me - the next time the topic of abortion comes up. Think of me graduating from high school and going to college. Think of me getting married and having children. Think of me celebrating my birthday with family and friends. Think of me turning 30. --Anonymous |