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Fetal Life and Abortion:
Human Personhood at Conception
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Missy said:   November 11, 2013 9:44 am PST
God bless you in your effort to save the lives of precious babies around the world! I think if more people were educated about the actual process involved, there would be less abortions preformed. I have an article on my teen website about the process & more, feel free to check it out sometime- http://www.the-teen-spot.com/abortion.html

Lilli said:   April 2, 2012 4:36 am PST
Fr. Robinson, Thank you for your many years of service to holy mother church and your faithfulness to defend the unborn children. Rest in Peace.

Ellen Rossini said:   April 1, 2012 7:32 am PST
Dearest Father Robinson, saintly defender of the unborn, may you rest in peace. We will miss you.

Tiffany R. said:   October 27, 2011 2:43 pm PST
I don't think abortion is right every babie deserves to be born! DEAR MOMMY, Month One I am only 4 inches long but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. The sound of your heartbeat is my favorite lullaby. Month Two Mommy, Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here. Month Three You know what Mommy� I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't hear me. Month Four Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too. Month Five You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion? Month Six I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me! Month Seven Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus� arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy? Every Abortion Is Just . . . One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak.

Tiffany R. said:   October 27, 2011 2:42 pm PST
I don't think abortion is right every babie deserves to be born! DEAR MOMMY, Month One I am only 4 inches long but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. The sound of your heartbeat is my favorite lullaby. Month Two Mommy, Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here. Month Three You know what Mommyâ?¦ I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't hear me. Month Four Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too. Month Five You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion? Month Six I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me! Month Seven Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesusâ?? arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy? Every Abortion Is Just . . . One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak.

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