I remember breaking down in the car

With Dad and Mom on my first or second sports night at Fontbonne. We climbed up a steep overpass over the highway at Fort Hamilton and took the train home. The excitement and the challenge were probably on the order of mountain climbing. It was about 3 am when we got home and then Mom and Dad had to borrow 100 from Aunt Iva and Uncle Larry to get the car out of the tow yard, the next day.
Things are still the same for us, as they were for them. The struggle to rear the next generation is still like mountain climbing and everytime I looked into my father's eyes he saw the same frustration that was in his own. We knew that we both knew the struggle and were determined to engage in it. Why? We did believe in life! We did believe that God blesses when you don't kill, when you could kill. The inconveniences of life conform you to strive for your own comfort. He always said, I never judge people who choose abortion, because I can understand that choice when you look at the difficulty of raising children. I didn't choose that way, because I know that I will have to answer to God for that choice. I wouldn't live that way, if I am in my right senses and I wouldn't vote that way were I in my right senses. But the difficulty of the economy allows people to think that they are choosing the right way and that abortion is not an issue.
The economy is abortion and abortion is the choice of those who vote themselves a raise and the rest of the world a decrease in pay. Young people can't start and maintain families and they are icily treading up the overpass at Fort Hamilton with Mommy and Daddy and me and I slid back down that icy overpass 100 times in my mind. Dad said hang on Jayne we can make it. Hang on family, we can make it, by the grace of God. And good choices at the poles.