So I'm interested in "the morality and intelligence of your solutions," sir. Is the termination of a human life except in self-defense, not wrong on its face?
So, a grandmotherly looking woman in sensible shoes comes up to St. Peter and he says, what's your story? And she says to St.Peter: " Well, we were in a stable long term relationship with two lovely children aged 3 and 6. We were getting by pretty well, a manageable credit card debt, car kinda old but paid off, fair rent, saving for a family camping vacation, the boy doing good in school learning to read. His mom taking care of the kids while I worked. Then his company moved to Indonesia, I was the bread winner, the brakes went on the car, the rent went up $10/month, his mom broke her hip and couldn't take care of the kids and the birth control failed. He looked for work, took care of his mother, did some of the cooking, but his skills didn't match any jobs and mom got word and took more of his time. We'd fixed the car so I could get to work. We'd used up his severance pay, all the vacation savings, maxed out the credit card and applied for food stamps. It was pretty bad, there were arguments, the kids felt the tension, the boy got in trouble at school and was doing bad in reading. The girl got whiny, clingy and demanding. We sat down one night and looked at our situation; if we went ahead with the pregnancy I would be out of work for 4 months and probably lose my job; the outfit I worked for doesn't hold a job open because you had a baby. There were just too many responsibilities, too little time, security, money, energy, and help. We agreed that adding another child would hurt everyone in the family. At 8 weeks I went to PP and ended the pregnancy. It was so sad, I cried, but the family survived the next two, very bad, years pretty well. It was the best decision for all of us. We added a little girl three years later when he got a job, it was less pay than the old job, but I got a new job, with a raise, health insurance, no paid maternity leave but a promise to hold the job open. We've saved up enough for that vacation and had a wonderful time camping at Yosemite, the kids loved it. Every time I look at my son and daughters and their kids and see how our family is making it I thank God for PP."
And St. Peter said "Good thinking, come on in.
So next day another woman comes up to St. Peter. She died of cirrhosis of the liver. St. Peter says what's your story and she says, " Well, I had a daughter at 17 and quit school She lives with my mom and sister. I work the bar in a tavern. It's pretty good pay. I get good tips because I know how to flirt it up. And I need them, my employer wants his girls to look good; so my clothes, make up and jewelry are expensive. I like partying and good times, that's an expense too , but I deserve them. It's hard work being nice to the slobs that show up at the bar wanting to be chatted up. My boyfriend then didn't have a job so he moved into my one room apt till he could find work. It's really crowded with all his stuff and mine. There's no kitchen. I have a coffee maker and an electric fry pan but I don't know how to cook so mostly we eat out. I pay for it. He won't use protection and I don't like how pills make me feel. I got pregnant. I was pretty pissed at him and threw him out. I was tired of him anyway. Being pregnant would be the pits. My boss said it was beginning to show and he'd fire me when I got big. It would put an end my life and my mom doesn't want to take care of another baby. Someone told me about PP. I went and got my boyfriends baby aborted.
And St. Peter says, Come on in, I'm not very happy about your drinking but that canceled out by not bringing a child into your life.
