Dear Mommy,
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I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap.� He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken.� I so wanted to be your little girl.� I don't quite understand what has happened.�
I was so excited when I began realizing my existence.� I was in a dark, yet comfortable place.� I saw I had fingers and toes.� I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings.� I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.� Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.
Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry.� I heard Daddy yelling back.� I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon.� I wondered why you cried so much.� One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you.� I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.
That same day, the most horrible thing happened.� A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.� I was so scared, I began screaming, but there was no sound.� I guess they had you all pinned down because you never once tried to help me.� Maybe you never heard me.� The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming,
"Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."
� Complete terror is all I felt.� I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.�
Then the monster started ripping my arm off.� It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain.� It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop.� I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.
Though I was in such complete pain, I realized I was dying.� I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.� I wanted to make all your tears go away.� I had so many plans to make you happy.� Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.� I wanted more than anything to be your daughter.� No use now, for I was dying a painful death.� I could only imagine that terrible things they had done to you.
I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand.� And soon no longer I had the breath to say them; I was dead.� I felt myself rising.� I was being carried by a huge angel into a big, beautiful place.� I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.
The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap.� He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy.� I asked Him what the thing was that killed me.
He answered, "Abortion.� I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels."
I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster.
I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl.� I tried very hard to live.� I wanted to live.� I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me.� It was impossible to live.� I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you.� I didn't want to die.� Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.� Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.� Please be careful.�
Love, Your baby girl
This was written by a 16 year old girl on the horror of abortion from the baby's point of view.� It is touching and may sway some minds to become pro-life.
God does not make mistakes! "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb." Psa 139:13 (NIV)
Please send this letter to everyone you know! We must do all we can to stop abortion!
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