Blog # 1

Although my personal feelings regarding abortion always leaned strongly to the pro-life side, I never engaged in activities in support of pro-life organizations. No reason, just didn’t. I grieved, but only silently, for those babies who would never have the opportunity to experience the right to be as we. That fact changed in conjunction with the move to Arkansas in late 2017.

Our last several years in Arizona were somewhat of a nightmare for me. It would be entirely inappropriate for me to elaborate for such elaboration would obviously entail other people, some of whom are no longer able to defend themselves. I needed to leave Arizona for my own mental well-being. I realized I was depressed; hopefully never clinically so, my judgment was off track, and the strength and determination in which I historically faced issues was MIA, missing in action. Years later, the Veteran’s Administration discovered I had a stroke at some time in the past. I can reasonably assume it was during this difficult period in Arizona. Although I will live with the effects of the stroke for the remainder of my life, my prognosis is mild in comparison to the challenges experienced by the vast majority of stroke patients. When we ultimately made the move to Arkansas, we left some of the finest people we had ever known. We will be ever thankful for the literally hundreds of friends who stuck with us in the good days and the less than good days.

If through this book, we are able to save the lives of babies residing in the wombs of women, I will consider this difficult and trying time in my life as a blessing. For, I doubt I would have proceeded to author a book had not the personal realities of our living in Arkansas existed. I am not involved in local activities, don’t know many people, and have relatively few friends (but no enemies either). In other words I had time to do something worthwhile, and hopefully over the past six plus years I have done that. Time will tell.