Quite a sad night, but I hope you’re up there somewhere looking down and you’re happy.. I miss you
Go outside. Smell the air. Feel the breeze. Put your face to the sun. Or feel the rain, or wind, or snow, or the thickness of the air. Climb a tree. Pick a flower. Press it into a book. Keep it forever. Smell the grass. Soak up the sunshine. Crunch the leaves. Roam the forest. Admire a garden. Dip into an ocean or lake. Appreciate this earth.
Here’s a test:
I’m holding a baby in one hand and a petri dish holding a fetus in the other.
I’m going to drop one. You chose which.
If you really truly believe a fetus is the same thing as a baby, it should be impossible for you to decide. You should have to flip a coin, that’s how impossible the decision should be.
Shot in the dark, you saved the baby.
Because you’re aware there’s a difference.
Now admit it
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