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About a dozen years ago I drove a cab in Minneapolis for a few months. It was always something I wanted to try and I hated it.

I got a call and as soon as I saw it on my MDT my stomach dropped. I instantly recognized the destination as the Robbinsdale Clinic. As I pulled up to the customers house I saw an 18 year old girl on her front steps crying. All I wanted to do was just keep driving, but I figured she would just call someone else, and perhaps I could say something to her on the way.
I had no idea what to say, so I told her how hard a time I was having driving her, that I knew where she was going and what she was planning and for her to not let anyone talk her into anything she wasn't sure about. Best I could come up with at the time.
When we got to the clinic we had to run the gauntlet of the protesters who yelled at us and waved signs at us. I dropped her off and as I drove back out through the protesters I stopped and rolled my window down and a Lady approached me and I just broke down. Big hairy ugly guy blubbering like a little girl. I got it together enough to tell the Lady the girls name and we prayed for her.

One of the hardest things I ever had to do. All these years later I'm still shedding tears.

Manic, I read your testimony here with respect. It seems there is an unspoken notion (unspoken in this article, for instance) that abortion doesn't really have an impact on anybody but the mother. But in fact, anybody who has a heart in his chest is affected.

You were troubled to your very soul, and you were "just" the cab driver. There are 30, 40 milliuon men out there who were the "partners" of the weeping women and the "fathers" of the wretched, wasted little ones.

There are grandparents who know their grandchildren's bodies are in a biohazard disposal system or a municipal landfill. There are friends and relatives who called and made the appointment, provided the transportation, or even paid for the kill.

There are people who repair the disposal in the clinic sink when the shredder mechanism jams. There are lab techs who slice off tissue and organ specimens to send to the researchers who have a constant demand for babymeat.

There are lawyers, politicians and judges. There are receptionists, security guards and police.

And don't forget the men (or woman) who actually stand there in their surgical scrubs and greet new life with a knife.

This doesn't just destroy the babies. On some level, inwardly, outwardly, it's destroying us all.