I Was the Perfect Case for an Abortion, Yet By the Grace of God, I’m Here

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Tuesday, April 20, 2021


With political tensions on the rise and with no signs of stopping, heated debate continues to sweep the nation. One of the most polarizing issues in America is whether babies in the womb have a right to life. Statistics get thrown around by both pro-choicers and pro-lifers, yet behind the numbers and pie charts are real stories, real children, and I was one of them. Born in some of the most undesirable circumstances, I was, what could be considered, the perfect case for an abortion, yet by the grace of God, I am here. 

I was in my AP government and politics class debating the topic of abortion. I explained the conditions into which I was born and how I wasn’t celebrated as a miracle of life but rather a burden on my birth mother. Yet despite being unwanted, I had the fortune of living a life that so many others, unfortunately, do not get to experience. After telling the class my story, one of my peers typed in the Zoom class chat saying that it still should have been my birth mother’s right to abort me. My heart sunk and my stomach twisted into a knot. I could not believe that someone had just told me, a 17-year-old with countless blessings, that my life would be worth nothing had my birth mother chosen differently.

I was born in San Jose, Costa Rica. To many, Costa Rica is a tropical island filled with nature and beauty, however, the harsh reality of living in the country eventually becomes apparent. Although not the poorest country in Central America, Costa Rica is still a third-world country with much of its population living in poverty. 

My mother was sixteen when she gave birth to me. With an absent father and zero family support, one could only imagine the difficulties she was facing when she found out about her pregnancy. 

This alone to many pro-abortionists is enough cause to abort a child. In fact, most abortionists believe that a child’s desirability and convenience are determinants of their value. Yet despite my undesirableness, it was decided that I would be given a chance at life. I would be put into the adoption system in Costa Rica, where I could only hope that someone would find me.

Costa Rica’s foster and adoption system is unfortunate, to say the least. If not for my adoptive family and God’s grace, my life could have been very different. I could have lived under the poor conditions of my nation’s broken system, but would that have been a justification for depriving me of life? Do we attempt to end suffering by killing the sufferer? No, we don’t. It is no one’s choice to decide who’s life is more valuable based on their life’s circumstances. 

As I sat in my Zoom class with a heavy heart, I could not help but ask myself, “Was my life really worth nothing if someone I had never even met decided so? This question implanted itself in my mind. I had never ventured into the idea that my life was worth nothing. 

So I pondered the question, allowing it to swallow me whole. Days later, I was up late at night when I began to think of a sprout. A sprout grows and grows, and despite the rain, thunderstorms, hail, and occasional lack of sun, the sprout would blossom, becoming a beautiful tree with strong, steady, trustworthy limbs that would seem to expand for miles and produce vibrant fruit. Once ripe, whoever plucked the fruit could indulge in its sweetness inside. 

I began to think, “Are we humans not much the same? Were we not once-tiny sprouts who eventually grew and even provided fruits for others to enjoy, and that despite the hardships that life may bring, we stood before our challenges and conquered even the most menacing trials?”    

I could have crushed every sprout I’ve ever seen, but who am I to take away their potential? 

My life is not worthless. My life is not disposable. My life has all the potential to blossom and give fruits to others. This is the case for everyone. Even the children who were deemed worthless at birth, those who were abandoned, those who have experienced loss and misfortune, and others like myself that were deemed an inconvenience. 

The experience I had in class, along with the hours of introspective thought, helped me understand the gravity of what it means to live. It is remarkable how easily that could have been destroyed, and that not everyone will share the same fortune. 

The degradation of the value of life by the media, politicians, and educators is one of the biggest modern tragedies. Every single life is precious. Every person is intricately designed in their mother’s womb, with a purpose waiting to be fulfilled. 

There are millions of children whose lives were taken from them, whose potential was squashed.  I could have easily been one of them, yet by the grace of God, I am here.  

 

Yulianie Hernandez, who also goes by Yuli, is currently a High School senior. Yuli developed a passion for writing and politics during the early summer of 2020 and has been voicing her opinion since.

The views expressed in this article are the opinion of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Lone Conservative staff.


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About Yulianie Hernandez

Yulianie Hernandez, who also goes by Yuli, is currently a High School senior. Yuli developed a passion for writing and politics during the early summer of 2020 and has been voicing her opinion since.

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