"We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop." ~ Blessed Mother Teresa
I ran across this video today in which this blogger went around the University of Illinois asking people “Why are you pro life?” They had some great responses, and I’m interested to hear: Why are YOU pro-life? And, if you’re not pro-life, tell me why! Comment below or send me your answer in the “Contact Me” tab!
My answer? I’m pro-life because I believe everyone has the right to life regardless of age, size or circumstance. What’s yours?
If you haven’t heard yet, there’s been a bill (SB 1338) going through the loops here in California which would allow non-doctors to perform surgical 1st trimester abortions. Yeah, think about it for a second. People who aren’t doctors (nurses, midwives, nurse practitioners)……performing a potentially life-threatening procedure. Good idea? I don’t think so.
I’ve been writing about it for Live Action, so check out here and here for the nail-biting details.
What are your thoughts on this bill? Should non-doctors be allowed to perform surgery? Let your voice be heard!
Sometimes I have to take a break from the heavy topics I’m used to covering on my blog. Life is so short that we have to take time to soak up the beautiful moments in our lives every so often! The weather has been gorgeous around my home recently, and with summer drawing near I’m reminded of summers gone by, and memories my family has made together. I know I haven’t written much about my own family yet, so count this as your introduction 🙂
I am the third of seven kids. My family is pretty awesome, and so is our extended family (both sets of grandparents have been married for over 50 years!). We range in age from 3 – 22 years old, and have grow up much like other families: we play, we cook, we argue, we pray, we have random deep conversations, we make random Youtube videos, and last summer we went on an awesome road trip.
The trip took us to Ohio and back in a giant black van, and was rather momentous since we hadn’t been on a big road trip for years. We visited fourteen states (I think) and the other day we were laughing about one particular memory we have:
We were staying in South Dakota in the Hotel Alex Johnson (where a couple presidents have stayed). Our family split up into a couple rooms because it gets a little squishy fitting more than five people on the ground (not to mention that there are usually limits on the number of people, but rules were made to break, right?)
Anyway, three of my sisters and I got ourselves situated in our hotel room, and settled down after dinner. We turned on the tv, and lo and behold, American Idol was on. Now, we don’t really watch things like that at home. At all. If the tv is on, it’s usually an Archbishop Fulton Sheen talk, or some man-show about cars.
We watched the last half of the episode, and all of us were *ahem* gushing over Scotty McCreery and his lovely voice (most of us like country music, and he wore a cross, how awesome was that?!). Then we got out a laptop, and started watching YouTube videos of his songs. And THEN we started singing along and screaming/cheering and telling each other how awesome his voice was, etc. etc. You get the picture 🙂
And then came the knock on our door…a hotel employee informed us that we needed to quiet down because a nearby patron had complained about our excessive level of jubilation (around 8 or 9pm). Alrightie then. We got quieter, and stifled our noise as we finished whatever videos we were watching. But whoever had complained must have been suffering from insomnia because they complained. Again. That time (around 11pm) we got a call from the front desk informing us that if we got one more complaint, we would be kicked out of the hotel. Yup.
We decided it would be a good idea to go to sleep after that phone call. We later realized that there had been some party down the hall, and the light sleepers might have misplaced the noise and complained about the wrong people. Anyhow, my sisters and I were pretty close to getting kicked out of a hotel that night. We felt rather rebellious 🙂 Next time I guess I’ll just have to turn the music louder to drown out our laughs, squeals, and screams!
Welcome to the new and improved “My Drop in the Ocean”!! Like the new look? I had lots of fun setting up this new site, and am still working out the kinks. If you notice any glitches, feel free to drop me a quick message in the “Contact” tab so I can take care of it. As always, thanks for following my work. Let me know what you think of the new theme, and I’ll get back to blogging for you all.
Enjoy the beautiful spring weather in the meantime 🙂
For the Dignity of All Human Life,
Okay, ladies: Imagine you’re walking through Manhattan. [Guys, hear me out. Your part is coming up.] Cars are whizzing by, people rush in every direction, and you’re in your own little world as you walk down the street. You’re now standing on a corner, and turn to look down the road to see if a car is coming before you finish crossing the street. You suddenly hear the sound of a car coming closer and closer behind you. A guy (who happens to be an attractive movie star) appears out of nowhere, and pushes you to the side as a taxi screams past you, just narrowly being saved from a nasty accident. You’re a bit bruised, but alive. Whew!
Now answer this: How would you react?
A) Shrug it off and walk away with a quick “thanks”
B) Get mad at the guy for making you look like a damsel in distress
C) Profusely thank the guy for saving you from a messy accident
Easy, right? A guy saves you from being hit by a car. The least you could do is thank him! But that’s not the case for a woman named Laurie Penny who was recently saved from a car hit by actor Ryan Gosling in Manhattan. She says:
“I really do object to being framed as the ditzy damsel in distress in this story,” she wrote. “I do not mean any disrespect to Ryan Gosling, who is an excellent actor and, by all accounts, a personable and decent chap. . . . But as a feminist, a writer, and a gentlewoman of fortune, I refuse to be cast in any sort of boring supporting female role.”
A Drop in the Ocean 