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Beads, Babies, and Bank Robbers

February 21, 2012

Written by Angela Michael


            FAT TUESDAY, at least in Granite City , was off with a BANG! While our vital pregnancy outreach was embedded outside the local baby slaughterhouse enticing the abortion-minded women to come inside our ultrasound van with colorful Mardi Gras beads, a local bank within earshot was being robbed. A faithful seminarian and a local pastor with a few prayer warriors joined us and stood praying as we softly offered the clients our free services, “And we have beads!”  What can I say? Props help :), and it caught their attention. 

Danielle and her cousin came over as I was setting up and BAM, GAME ON ! Her cousin came inside ahead of her and whispered, “I really don't want to be here. I had an auntie die from an abortion.”  “Oh my!” Danielle stopped and picked up one of our rubber fetal models as she came inside the van. She said, Oh, I don't know if I can do this.” “Do you have an appointment for an abortion?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied. “I don't know if I can do it." “You don't have to do it; that's why we are here.” Her cousin spoke up and asked, “You know what happened to auntie?” I asked her, “Why did you bring her knowing your favorite aunt died from an abortion?” She replied, “Cause she had no one to drive her.” I went over the risks and complications as I began to scan as well as how many lawsuits we have personally helped butchered women file against this mill. She had tears in her eyes and we could hear a commotion outside the ultrasound van.

            Then, there it was: an approx 15 week old baby auditioning for its life on the screen. "Oh look, there's a hand!" Danielle exclaimed. "Oh Lord, I don't think I can do it!" I asked if she had other children. "Yes, five,” she replied. I then shared how many we have. “For real?” both women questioned. “Yes ma'am.” I pointed to their pictures inside the van. "Oh my, they're beautiful." There was more noise outside the van. "Danielle, the circumstances are not the baby’s fault. What is your biggest problem now?" She shared, and we jumped on it. We listened to heartbeats, and she asked if we could tell the sex. We peeked, and the baby appeared to be a boy. "Oh, call my husband.” Her cousin dialed, but there was no answer. She asked how we manage with our large brood. I responded, "I couldn’t do anything without the Lord. He provides and answers prayers.”  Although she kept murmuring, "I'm not going to do it,” there was doubt in her voice. Her cousin said, "You better be sure, cause I'm not coming back here." "Please, encourage her to keep the baby."

I went over resources, and then Daniel came inside to warn us the area was swarming with police, FBI, and dogs as a bank nearby was just robbed. This is the devil’s playground; we see everything out here. Danielle hugged me, took our literature, and announced that she was still going inside to see what they had to say. With sweat on my brow, I sternly told her, "Don’t let them talk you into something you will regret." "No, I just want to hear what they have to say." "The only thing they can help you with is scissors or suction." Her cousin then shared her auntie’s name and the facility that killed her. I told her to remind Danielle, and disheartened, we watched them walk across the parking lot.

We no sooner cleaned up when I stepped out onto the sidewalk to see the action. Another abortion client pulled in front of us, and we stepped up and began softly asking her, "Can we help you?" She looked at the signs and had tears in her eyes.  She took my hand and said, "I don’t think I can do it." Wow! I calmly answered, "You don’t have to do it, and we can help." We brought her inside the van as her husband sat in the car. She asked if he could come in, and my assistant went to get him. I asked preliminaries as she sat back. She said, "Those signs, they're horrible, but that’s what it will look like?" "Yes, those signs are horrible, but they are the truth."

 As her husband came inside, I quickly scanned. There on the screen was an approx 11 week old baby begging for her life. She was jumping and struggling inside the ocean that surrounded her. "Emily" explained her situation. "Why do you feel like you have to go in there and kill this baby?”  She shared that she was having problems with her husband, but they were reconcilable. In addition, living with her grandmother was not the greatest. I told her, "Everything you just mentioned does not validate taking another human being's life. All these things are fixable." She was gently crying; both were looking in awe of their precious baby. Then Emily exclaimed, "Look, the baby is jumping!" I asked her, "Are you feeling that?" She replied, "Yes, but I thought it was gas all this time.” "No, that’s your baby telling you she is in here." Emily then said, "That is what I have been feeling.” We listened to the heartbeats, 160 per minute; sounded like a girl.

Suddenly, what looked like despair turned into hope. I even brought up the option of adoption and shared our personal experience of rescuing and adopting babies into our family. They concentrated on the picture boards of the many babies we have saved and mothers we have helped. They asked about the photo of the post abortive woman who collapsed behind the mill, hemorrhaging after her abortion. No one knew she was lying there in a pool of blood until we found her. We called EMS and literally saved her. Wow! We went over with Emily and her husband resources that we could help with and physician follow-up. They promised to keep in contact. We blessed them with some food money and received hugs from both. Thank you Lord!      

           The swarm of law enforcement had diminished, but the abortion mill lot was full. We were catching our breaths when there was another knock on our ultrasound van door. "Angela, this young lady needs your help.”  "Hello, I'm Angela,” and I introduced our assistant this day as she came in and shared, "Torry told us she didn't really want to go in the clinic." “Well, praise God! That is why we are here.” We set her up for an ultrasound. There on the screen appeared an early pregnancy, approx 4 weeks. "You don’t have to go in there.” We went over our resources for her and her child and suggested another follow-up scan and physician visit. She accepted our literature and was so grateful we were there.

            I can't tell you how gratifying it feels to be a "Window to the Womb.” Our assistant this day was “privileged” to see and experience lives scheduled to die be saved from the jaws of death through the use of ultrasound and real people who care.

            Deeeep breath…the best part as we were dragging our van wheels leaving this evening, was Danielle and her cousin coming back out and yelling over to us in the van, “She ain't going through with it. She's keeping the baby!”

            Never believe that a few caring people can't change the world.  For indeed, that's all who ever have.” -M. Mead



To support and encourage Daniel and Angela please contact them - 
smallvictories@juno.com (email), 618-654-5800 (phone), 
or write them Small Victories P.O. Box 143 Highland, IL 62249.