Terrified and torn, a young woman girl, seventeen, sacrificed so that her firstborn
could have life.
For nine months, perfect innocence was knit together in her womb.
Yet on a blistery Milwaukee March day, she made a choice.
A choice of sacrifice. A choice of redemption. A choice of hope.
Decades later, a mom of five sits at her computer pondering just what that decision means.
I am the result of her choice, her sacrifice, her hope of a better life for a daughter.
Her decision that day has already impacted generations.
Please continue reading a small excerpt of my adoption story over at (in)courage.
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