And so it begins, another 40 Days for Life.
I’ve been preparing for the protestors for weeks: reminding staff of our policies, informing the police department that PPCNC is a protest site, and emotionally preparing myself. Because really, who wouldn’t be shaking with fear when there are 75+ people on your sidewalk who hate you?
As I watched them this morning from the second story window I thought about hate and judgment and also about what a weird job I have working at Planned Parenthood! But mostly about hate and judgment. We all judge. There are things we all hate. It’s our actions that make the difference. I judge parents who cake make-up and hair extensions on their 3 year olds and enter them in pageants. I think it’s gross, but that’s their choice. I will guide my daughters in other directions. And I know my family and friends have judged me for choices I’ve made, but they are mine. I own them and I expect my family and friends
to respect my decisions and to support and love me, especially when one ends up being a mistake.
I think we all have to take a good look out the window of our pretty glass houses and think hard before we throw stones at those we
40 Days for Life claims to be a peaceful, prayerful event to pray to end abortion. There are a hundred different ways they could volunteer their time to help women prevent unwanted pregnancy (maybe my next post will be a list of the 100 ways). When they stand and pray outside Planned Parenthood they are only throwing stones at women who are making choices for themselves
and their families.
-Leigh S., HR & Admin Manager, Security Coordinator for PPCNC