Girlfriend - Choose LIFE!

In the summer of '73 in a hospital in Colorado, a special child was born. He was named Jonathan Aaron, and if you only knew...

Oh, but you will, just keep reading!

First let me introduce you to myself back then, an innocent girl driven astray by natural instincts and one incredible infatuation. I was eighteen and had never gotten drunk or high, but that was about to change. I haven't wandered back this far in a blue moon even though I am now in my 50's. Yet here I go, but for a specific purpose: To encourage young girls who find themselves pregnant. To be the voice that is PRO-LIFE for them. I could have had an abortion paid for by the man who claimed he wasn't the father, but my gut told me it would be murder and I could not and would not be able to face that choice the rest of my life, although it would still be hard no matter. But I chose life and am thankful to God I did!

Hmm...to continue on. It was a sad story. Once he was informed of the situation, he offered to pay for an abortion just to scratch it off his list of things to be completely forgotten. But I was not of the same mind. I knew this seed in me represented life...and life came from a superb being I really didn't know, but believed Him to be there just the same.

Sure enough, nine months later, my special son came forth with such incredible pain I determined never to go there again. When he was born there was such a joy for my whole family, it was unbelievable! Because I come from a family with lots of sisters and no brothers. My parents always desired a son, but it wasn't meant to be. So when my parents were suddenly blessed with a different kind of species than they were used to, AN ACTUAL MALE-CHILD, a blessed first grandchild and grandson, it was so incredible and thrilling! Quite an event!

He was a beautiful son! He had long fingers and eventually thick, blonde hair...and the authentic goods of manhood: We loved him so and were all so proud, even if he came from a lonely, single mother like me. Yet still, being only 19, it was hard to get used to the term "Mommie" being me. I was just an overgrown child myself! And dealing with issues I couldn't help facing. Let's bring in Linda Ronstadt and her song "You're No Good!"

It was a battle. Strange to think that my mom and my closest sister knew this man better than I did! Yes, strange, but true. They were his employees at his restaurant. But I had never met him or been acquainted with him before that night, he was just my incredible, horrible infatuation!!!

My sister and I started doing our own thing which was partying on the weekends. Dad was into his own thing, discovering a way to God I had never known, and Mom, she was busy trying to keep things together, helping Dad pay the bills and seeking ways of escape by drinking and socializing.

So when Mom called that night and informed me that he was having a party, I knew I had to be there and was certainly happy Mom let me know. He was all that I desired. (If Mom had only known about my horrible infatuation she never, never would have called me.)

Long story short, he was consciously aware I had the hots for him. After all, how could you ignore a girl that was stalking you? Which I did from the age of 16 when I began driving to the age of 18 when I horribly realized that he really wasn't that into me. SHUCKS!

He kissed me. His lips were like fire, like excitement to my soul I had never known before! His smell, his touch, it was not forgotten. Yet I was painfully aware of his overall approach and attitude...Quick, get up, get dressed, I got what I needed, now go, get out of here!

His name was Trey and he was six years older than me. If only I had known he was no good! Linda Ronstadt kept reminding me after the fact: "You're no good, you're no good, you're no good, baby you're no good" No one will ever know how horrible that realization was to my soul. Someone had given me a Linda Ronstadt album that year for my birthday, and there were other songs I sadly moaned and groaned over and over during this time of self-discovery and truth, like "When Will I Be Loved?"  "It Doesn't Matter Anymore" and "Desperado." I paid a great price for his kiss and touch. And it hurt, it tormented, it stung deeply. "Heart Like a Wheel" goes like this: Some say the heart is just like a wheel, when you bend it, you can't mend it, and my love for you is like a sinking ship, and my heart is on that ship out in mid-ocean. Now you see where I'm coming from?

And although Linda's words became my words, I kept telling her: "Shut up, get out of here, you don't know me, you don't know the facts!" She was there right there offering a shoulder to cry on and a punching bag at the same time! No one understood as she did.

I got a call from one of my sisters back in 1997 right after Princess Diana had died and we were fretting over that sad event when she casually threw in the mention that my heartthrob had also died recently. It was a bittersweet week.

Mr. Pizzazz, someday you will be proud of your son. Someday you will have to learn a few lessons and will be ashamed of yourself. I made the right choice and did the right thing and have nothing to be ashamed of. I don't have to look back with regrets. That makes me pretty proud!

No, you wouldn't share your life with me. No, you couldn't buy your way out by paying for an abortion. Yes I was blessed with something far better than, well, what could be better than life itself?

YES, LIFE! BLESSED BE THAT LIFE! My son is now the father of two children. Our grandchildren we've bounce on our knees and enjoyed so much! Praise God for His love and help and grace through it all and the many lessons learned!

LIFE IS WORTH LIVING... AND GIVING... TODAY I AM REAPING WHAT I HAVE SOWN AND IT IS TRULY, TRULY GOOD!

SO ALL YOU DESPERADAS OUT THERE, REMEMBER TWO THINGS:

1. ALWAYS CHOOSE LIFE, ALWAYS!

2. AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE PROUD YOU DID!

I place before you Life and Death, Blessing and Curse. Choose life so that you and your children will live. And love God, listen to Him, firmly embrace Him. Oh yes, He is life itself. Deut. 30:19