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10/07/2013 / Christian Living

THE STORY OF AN ABORTION RESCUER

One man loses his beloved wife on the abortion table. He is not a man of faith and does not claim to be. While on one of his frequent drunks he hears a faint cry coming from a nearby alley. He walks toward the sound of the cry and finds a tiny naked baby dying in a garbage can near an abortion clinic. He makes a decision, a decision that will change his life. Later, he is joined by his second wife and with the help of a Priest, they develop a placement system for these children. He follows the lives of the children, some of whom are marred for life, to find out what terrific human beings they are and how each of them is developing in their own abilities.
THE STORY BEGINS

Linc jumped at the chance for the transfer to Europe. He thought that the new environment might help him start again in life. There were several drunken parties put on by his buddies to say goodbye but Linc knew that these men would hold a party if the moon came up. One woman named Carole seemed particularly disappointed but Linc ran from her just as fast as he could. One of his buddies wrote him later that she was heart-broken. Linc didn't remember promising her anything.

When Linc went on a weekend binge, there was lots that he couldn't remember. He got used to this. But there was one weekend that he never forgot. He was making his rounds of the bars and pubs in Stuttgart, Germany. He had sense enough to park his car and walk. Somehow he always ended up back at his favorite hotel sometime before dawn. The night clerk had told him in the morning more than once that he had helped him to his room and even took his shoes off on more than one occasion. On this particular night as he was moving from one of his favorite haunts to another, he passed a familiar place. He had driven by the place several times wanting to go in and give those people a 'piece of his mind' but he had never followed through. It was a clinic like the one in the States where Marta had died. In his stupor he looked in a few of the front windows. He even gave the front door a try. Everything was closed up tight. He glanced at his watch and thought it said two A.M. Linc noticed the alley that ran down beside the clinic and followed it to the back. Sober he would not have done this but in his present condition it didn't have to make sense. In the back there was a solitary light protruding from the rear of the building casting a dim yellow glow over the area. The clinic was back to back with another business building and the other side of the alley was a solid continuous wall. There were a half dozen garbage cans sitting there. Four of them had lids perched on top of the contents. The other two lids were on the ground.
Linc just stood there for a while leaning against the wall. He became aware that his shirt was out again and proceeded to tuck it in, who knows why. Then he stopped. He thought he heard something. A muffled cry. He opened the first can he came to and was horrified. It was full of the tiny bodies of babies, some of them dismembered and some of them perfectly whole with tiny fingers and toes. They were all covered with blood. Their own blood, each other's blood, some mother's blood, who knew. Linc felt his stomach wretch and most of the peanuts and pretzels that he had consumed that night came up in a hurry. He did not throw up in the can but rather on the ground. Somehow it did not seem right to him to throw up in the can. Again that noise. That muffled whimpering. It dawned on him that one of them was still alive. Linc moved from can to can. He knocked off the lid that was perched on one can. It was the same gory and horrible sight. But something moved. He saw a tiny arm on the second layer down move and then he heard the whimpering again. Gingerly he moved the two bodies on top aside. He shook the blood off his fingers. When he saw the little girl plainly, he could do nothing else but pick her up. He struggled out of his coat passing the infant from hand to hand and wrapped her in the coat. He was now stone cold sober. What to do now? He thought that a few months ago this could have been his daughter. No, this one was practically ready to be born. Never mind, it was still a tiny baby and he had to find someone to take her.

He cleaned up the baby with some drinking water. He noticed an hour glass shaped birthmark just above the child's right knee on the outside. He saw an older woman waiting for a bus on a sidewalk bench. He sat down next to the woman and the baby was crying softly. This got the old woman's attention. Linc asked her if she wanted to hold it. She did. She took the child very lovingly and held it for several minutes. She commented that the child was hungry and too young to be away from her mother. Link agreed. The old woman looked up as the bus approached and started to hand the child back to Linc. In a sudden decision Linc waved the bus past. The woman looked at him questioningly. Linc explained quickly where he had gotten the child and told her that the child had not eaten since she was 'born.' The old woman looked shocked and overcome with pity for the child. Linc asked her if she would keep it or find someone who would. Linc suggested that they exchange addresses and phone numbers. She was agreeable. Her name was Gilda. Linc called her the next week with another baby. She had a friend that wanted it. This went on through several children. Looking back Linc wondered at how nave they both had been. It could have gone wrong in any number of ways, but it didn't. This made Linc suspect the involvement of a higher power but he didn't want to pursue that line of thought.

Sarah


Linc saw several interesting names on the next list. One little girl that Linc actually remembered was placed with an American military family. Being American Linc looked for American placements but he really didn't expect to get a chance to visit them. As it happened, Joanna had a convention to attend in Tampa, Florida and things started to line up unexpectedly. Linc wasn't sure how much he believed in circumstances. But he believed that all of "his children" were important; he had been able to rescue them for a reason. Joanna arranged to leave Philippe and Margaret with Giavanna for nine whole days. Giavanna was always glad to keep Linc and Joanna's kids and she had a big local family to help who loved to take care of children.
As it worked out, this little girl had been placed by the Sisters with a couple at Ramstein Air Force Base in Germany. The couple was catholic and maintained an active correspondence with Sister Hilary at the Priory who did personal follow up on the children. They were now stationed in Tampa because the husband was assigned to the American Central Command there. Joanna really wanted Linc to go with her to Florida so they could vacation for a few days after the short but boring conference was over. So he agreed to go. Following his doctor's orders he rested up a lot before the plane flight to Florida.
As soon as Joanna left for her conference, Linc took the rental car and drove to visit the Johnsons just off base near McDill Air Force Base. Sister Hilary had arranged everything for him. Major Johnson even got the day off for the event. Sister had told Linc that the little girl was just about to turn six and that her name was Sarah. Linc was not prepared for the surprise that he found.
Bill and Joyce Johnson greeted Linc warmly at the driveway and brought him in for coffee. Little Sarah emerged from the front door just as they were approaching and her mother motioned her back inside for introductions.
"Sarah, honey, this is Mr. Harper. He is an old friend of ours and he met you when you were just a baby," Joyce said.
Sarah put out her little hand and Linc shook it gently. She was a dark haired girl with big dark brown eyes and she fairly glowed with brightness. Linc remembered that she was born with a lot of black hair and that her skin was fair.
"Did you rescue me from the garbage can?" she asked before Linc could release her hand.
"Yes," her mother interjected a little embarrassed. "We tell her everything, Mr. Harper," she quickly added.
Linc had not encountered this before and thought it was a little unusual but he was about to understand better.
At this Sarah took Linc's hand and they sat down for coffee. Sarah had chocolate milk and she was a very poised and gracious little girl. Linc was glad that he came. Again this one child alone was reward enough for anything he might believe that he suffered or sacrificed to do his work. But the visit had hardly begun.
"Sarah took a day off from her school," Joyce said. "so she could visit with you today."
"Oh, where do you go to school?" Linc asked.
"I go to a school for gifted children," Sarah answered. "There are only five like it in the country." She spoke more as matter of fact than in pride.
" I see,' Linc said. "Then you must be a very smart girl."
"Yes, it's a gift," she said. Linc remembered hearing that before.
"Here, Sarah," her mother said as she picked up Linc's rental car keys off of the table. "There is a serial number on Mr. Harper's car keys. "Let's see, it has nine digits. Is it a prime, Sarah?"
The child glanced at it. "No, mother," she answered.
Linc was an engineer by education. He knew that a prime number was a number that could only be divided by 1 or itself, like 1,3,5,7,11, etc. But to recognize such a number with nine digits at a glance took a very smart girl. He was impressed.
"Now, Mom, you know that Dr. Bingham says that is just showcasing. We have to have a higher regard for our gifts."
"Just humor me, honey, and tell Mr. Harper what grade level you are in math and a few other subjects."
"Lincoln or Linc," Linc said.
"Pardon," Joyce answered.
"Please just call me Linc. Sarah too, if you don't mind."
"They'll let me call you Uncle Linc," Sarah said.
"O.K., fine."
Sarah looked at her Dad who smiled his approval.
"Dr. Edwards says that the whole world has order, without order there is chaos. So we obey our parents and I really love mine," Sarah said.
Joyce poked Sarah gently.
"O.K., Uncle Linc," Sarah said. "I am currently studying advanced college calculus, abstract algebra and algebraic topology. I'm studying advanced quantum mechanics and string theory in physics. I'm also interested in gaming strategy."
Linc was speechless and very affirmed. How often had he asked himself when a baby didn't make it to the Priory alive, 'what could that child have done?'
"I'm also interested in virus studies in molecular and cellular biology. That really interests me. The other is really just a sort of a game," the child continued.
"We can't even help her with her homework. That ended when she was four. But that's O.K., they have lots of staff to help with that although she spends a lot of time at school," Joyce said.
The parents glowed and Linc tried to think of something appropriate to say. Almost in jest Linc asked, "And what exactly do you want to do, Sarah?"
"The cure for cancer. I want it, Uncle Linc, and I am going to have it."

This article is an excerpt from HEAR THEIR TINY CRIES an anti-abortion novel by David J. Keyser PhD copyright 2010
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Dr. David J Keyser has served as an international theology teacher and college adjunct faculty. His earned degrees include a B.S. , an M.Div, an M.S., a Th.M., and a Ph.D. in Theology. He is the author of over a dozen fiction and non-fiction books. www.davidjkeyserphd.info
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