The boy I will never forget.

At church tonight, a family was introduced who has adopted 11 children.
One of them is an 11 year old boy named Zachary.
He is a survivor of a partial birth abortion.
He spoke about the importance of life.
I did not see a dry eye.
When you look in the face of a living, breathing, loved, child who could have and would have been dead by way of abortion, when you hear that child courageously speak and when you see him stand in front of a crowd of people to say, life is important, please value it, you listen.
You can't help it.
It makes you think of your own children and how you would go to the ends of the earth to guard and protect their very lives. You would go without so they could have, you would fight off any enemy. You would be their advocate, their guardian, their safe haven, their provider, their defense, their nurturer. You would become the warrior they need and rise to any occasion on their behalf.
Without batting an eye, you would do that for them.
Who will do that for the unborn?
Life is a precious gift.
I vote life.