Proudly Pro Life JP Freem
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A Christmas Story
This story is about a strong woman, who was pregnant for a decade 1954-1964 and a great Dad. She was educated at Ben Franklin University (now George Washington University in Washington DC. My Mom how she did it I would never know but her story is an example more people should follow. Dad was an Irish Catholic as Mom was. Dad was a straight shooter as well as an alcoholic. I asked Dad Why did you have so many kids? His answer was quick as if he did not even think about it. He said, “We did not have a TV”. Classic Dad, big hearted Archie Bunker type. Dad would never hurt anyone and try to help everyone. Mom and Dad had 6 kids. Mom had Rh-negative blood type and lost 4 because of this. She could have died because of this also. Never gave it a thought. I asked Mom about the pain she experience during childbirth. Her answer was strange “I do not remember any pain I know I had it but it was such an unimportant detail to remember.” We were poor and did not know it; we lived in the projects in a city just across the river from NY City. I remember Mom taking the cushion off the couch trying to find enough change for a loaf of bread. She always managed. Dad worked 3 jobs as he was laid off a lot from his regular job. Therefore, it was not easy. Mom shared a washing machine in the basement with 35 other families with almost 2 in diapers (No Pampers yet) all during that time Mom would get up in the middle of the night to do laundry. One Christmas Dad made a goal of getting Bikes for all his kids. I remember him working ungodly hours to do this. Christmas morning 6 Bikes around the tree we had gotten Christmas Eve (as they almost gave them away then) I will never forget his smile as he took my bike for a ride. Mom well she shined everyday Dad was working so it was hard for him to make an impression on us kids. Many Christmas’s Dad would play Santa for his friends and family never taking any money for this. Later I remember Dad going to orphanages and hospitals to do this. Mom and Dad saved and finally bought their own home after we all started school Mom went back to work as an accountant making a lot more money than Dad. Later she became Comptroller for the National Board of the YWCA in NYC .As I mention before Dad was an alcoholic not mean or nasty just a guy who would bring chips and pretzels home and give them to kids on his way home. Again Mom had to put up with his shenanigans plus 6 kids how did she do it. Later Dad stop drinking. I became a member of the Elks so I asked Dad to be Santa for the crippled kiddies Christmas party Dad said sure. Well everything was going fine until a little boy with no arms came for his present from Santa. I saw my Dads eyes welt up with tears Then I heard my Dad sob as the little boy said “that’s OK Santa just put it under my neck” My dad continued to hand out gifts all the time holding back the sobs but the tears would not stop. After the event Dad said he could not do it next year. He ask me the following year if I found anyone then volunteered again, From working with those kids I learned every Life is precious. Christmas the birth of Christ in a stable, who is still remembered more than 2,000 years later. OK I guess we have to debate something so Do you think if a child is handicap that should be a reason to abort.