My name is Johnny. God created me with an analytical mind and a desire to solve problems. It was my destiny to cure cancer.
My mother’s voice was everything to me. My life was full of hope, promise and love. And then one day I heard her cry out in fear and pain. I felt my world shifting, and then an intense pull. A violent, searing pain exploded through my frail frame. Suddenly, I was cradled in the palm of my Savior’s hand. I felt His tear on my cheek. When He spoke, I recognized His voice, and I knew I would never hear my mother’s soft voice again.
I see the guilt and pain my mother carries along with the secret of me. I feel her love, even if she is unable to feel mine. Although Jesus has forgiven her, she cannot forgive herself. I wish someone would have told her my life was not her choice, but God’s.
My name is John Doe; I was aborted on February 14, 1978. I would have cured cancer.
By Jan Parrish, Copyright © 2008 Jan Parrish
Photo by Tonya Vander, Copyright © 2008