Dear Editor,
How are you? I am fine.
I have trouble understanding all the hubbub about abortion. It is simply how much value you place on a fetus. A couple who have had two or three miscarriages place enormous value on a fetus that they create. A woman with five or six kids, who got raped and ‘knocked up,’ has so much less concern about the fetus, and it is not just the fetus, but the pre and post-natal care, as well as everything else in her life and the birth, never an easy event, to be attended to.
Of course you can always claim that women who get pregnant should carry to term the fetus because they should have been better prepared, or something. To be sure, rape is not the only reason women get pregnant and regret it (hindsight is twenty-twenty). But the result is that it is the woman who ‘pays the price.’ Without the choice of abortion, the woman has to go through with the pregnancy, birth, etc. Genesis 3:16 – “You will suffer terribly when you give birth.”
Fellows who cause the pregnancy, or just care for her, may be there to support her, and foot bills, and help however they can, but that is not dealing with morning sickness, or scheduling doctor appointments, or making sure their diets are appropriate for a fetus, etc. They also can not suffer the birth pains, or the wondering of ‘doing the right thing’ afterwards, whether it is caring for the child or adopting it away or something else. An abortion makes all of that go away. I have read that there was a study (I have not read – https://www.ucsf.edu/news/2020/01/416421/five-years-after-abortion-nearly-all-women-say-it-was-right-decision-study) that showed that women who have abortions are not regretful of that decision, as some suggest they would be. Maybe some are, but this study says not so much.
It seems to me that decisions about a pregnancy are personal to the women or couple to make. Making abortion illegal out of hand is usurping their right to make a choice for themselves. It is like wanting to be vaccinated or not, who has the right to say you have to, or not?
Published by David Brockert
Joe was born in xxxx, Arizona on xxxx xx 1955 to David Joseph and Alta Mary Brockert. He joined xxxxxx. His early life was spent in various houses in Globe, Miami, Claypool and Superior, Arizona. He remembered starting school in second grade in Superior and went there until he finished seventh grade.
They made a move to the Midwest that summer. His parents tried to get work in Minnesota that summer, to no avail, came to Wisconsin and finally found something. Joe went to eight grade in Evansville, Wisconsin. He went to Holy Name Seminary in Madison, Wisconsin for his Junior year of high school. Joe did not make the grade (literally & figuratively) at the seminary, so he went back to graduate from Evansville. He started college at Edgewood in Madison, but without a focus , he did not get very far towards a degree. He did get an Associate of Arts degree from Madison Area Technical College in 1978 for Accounting just to prove he could get a degree of some sort. He never did use it to any extent.
Joe worked as a paperboy in Superior and, some, in Evansville. He did some work study jobs in college, but really started to work at the donut shop on Regent Street, Donuts Unlimited. He worked there, off and on, for many years. He spent a summer at Edgewood Summer Theatre near Baraboo, tried to find a job doing bookkeeping after graduation but fell back to working seasonal at Blaney Farms (seed corn). He worked at the donut shop until 1993. He left to work at Triggs Bakery, Quarra Stone and Colonial Bakery. He has worked at Colonial Bakery since 1994.
Joe met the love of his life in a coffee shop near MATC, where they attended classes and they never really left the coffee shop. Joe was married on 17 May 1980 xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Joe lived a contented, relaxed life. He did not do much but learn, work, raise a daughter and support his family. He did not attract a lot of attention. He did learn to live for the day. He felt that the key to happiness was to remember to stop and smell the roses, or to look at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, Mary, or to just go for a walks with her. He was humble enough to know that his writing would be of interest to very few, mostly those related to him, obviously, so he never tried too hard to get his rambling thoughts recorded.
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