So I had one of the worst days I have yet experienced at Tri-County yesterday morning. I was talking to my new Center Director and she was relating to me the story of a girl she has been counseling.

This girl, a 17-year-old Latino, unexpectedly became pregnant three weeks ago and found herself in our offices, bawling like a two-year-old. She is a believer, an honor student, and the possessor of a full-ride scholarship to a D1 school in the fall. Quite simply, she couldn't see how a child fit in with all of this, so on her first visit, she announced that no matter what my Center Director said, she was going to abort. End of story.

On her third visit, my CD noticed that the girl was rubbing her belly during their entire time together. So she asked the girl why, and this is the response she received. "My baby doesnt' have long to live, so I'm trying to love on her as long as I possibly can." She aborted the child three days later.

I can't decide if this makes me sick to my stomach with rage, with sadness, or with a sense of impotence. This girl has no illusions about this simply being a blob of tissue. She new it was a child and still she took its life. And even writing this makes me want to sob. Just how sick are we as fallen people...?