One Man’s Agonizing Collision With Abortion
My personal story of fate, fear, and human rights.
The bony hand of fate reached out and tapped me on the shoulder. Actually, it grabbed me by the throat and shook me like a rag doll, choked me, and then slapped me silly.
“I’m pregnant,” my girlfriend said. She stood in the front room of her tiny flat, stonefaced, blocking my…