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Dear Ms. Moore,
How sad I was to hear your remarks about the tragedy of kids having to eat Raman noodles and mayonnaise sandwiches and going without fresh fruit as a justification for providing funding to Planned Parenthood. While your remarks might sound compassionate to some ears, they sounded cold and hard-hearted to mine. What you said to a woman like me is that it is better that I were never born, better that my mother should have aborted me.
You see, my mother gave birth to four little unplanned blessings. We did grow up eating Raman noodles. We never ate mayonnaise sandwiches but we did eat a whole lot of peanut butter and jelly. That's not a tragedy. Things were hard, it's true, and sometimes we didn't get as full as we'd like. We wore hand-me-downs from other kids, and sometimes we got made fun of because we didn't have the money for a haircut. What we learned growing up, though, was important. We learned how to make the best of what we did have, and we learned that life doesn't owe you anything. We learned to be creative and innovative, to see potential in things that other people think are junk.
I was 19 years old when I found myself pregnant with my own unexpected blessing. I wasn't sure how I was going to make it. I didn't have a college degree, or a decent job. I didn't know how the future would go. I simply decided to put my trust in God and I gave birth to a happy, healthy baby boy two weeks before my 20th birthday.
I wasn't the perfect mother, and we didn't have the perfect life. He's eaten his fair share of Raman noodles and peanut-butter jelly sandwiches. Nothing turned out the way I planned it, but that's the truth about parenthood - there is no planned parenthood, it's not a script or a formula, and it never turns out the way you thought it would. I have an associates degree, but not a bachelor's like I planned. I never did climb the corporate ladder and I have never made more than $70,000 in one year. That unplanned blessing, though, saved my life. I am a better person because he was born. So is the world.
Don't you dare tell me my life has no meaning because I had to eat a few bowls of Raman noodles, or I had to eat a few peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Don't you dare tell me my son's life is worthless because he had to do the same. If you really want to help those kids, stop giving money to Planned Parenthood. Planned Parenthood never once did anything that helped a kid in poverty to get out of it. You can't eradicate poverty by exterminating the poor as if they were insects, Ms. Moore, and you can't end child abuse by destroying children. If you really want to help the poor, Ms. Moore, and give those children something better to eat, then fight the HHS mandate so that people who actually value all life can continue to do the work they already do helping poor kids eat and live better. Stop giving to Planned Parenthood and start giving to charities who actually value life.
Sincerely,
Brandy M. Miller
P.S. Growing up in poverty isn't a real tragedy. Never being allowed to grow up at all because you were killed before you were born is.
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