21 years ago today my nephew was born at 26 weeks, weighing 2-1/2 lbs. When I saw that respirator pumping 150 breaths per minute into his tiny naked body I prayed for God to take him. I did not want my brother and his wife to be burdened by a significantly handicapped child.
Well, God taught me! My nephew is now at the top of his class in his junior year at our state's finest university. He is physically normal, handsome, charming and brilliant!
I hope you will have the patience and persistence to re-post them (over and over again) whenever some of our less-perceptive FReeper associates start tut-tutting about the obvious cost-effeciveness (not to mention Advanced Morality) of killing crippled kids.
"Well, God taught me! My nephew is now at the top of his class in his junior year at our state's finest university. He is physically normal, handsome, charming and brilliant!"
There you go! Praise God! Another brass knuckle for the teeth of the devil and his crowd of baby killers!