Twenty people in petri dishes

“I left the abortion clinic I worked [for] on August 8th. My husband and I were in no shape financially for me to leave and there were many great perks that came with my job there. I had excellent pay, health and life insurance that were no cost to me, three weeks of paid vacation annually, tuition reimbursement, and 401K that they would match dollar for dollar to what I contributed.

“Every morning as I walked in, I would hear a kind voice outside the fence (a bit distanced from the shouting crowd) that would offer to help me find a new job. I usually ignored it. I sat behind bullet proof glass every day and watched the sad, hardened faces of so many women walk up the steps to the clinic and walk out drugged, teary eyed, and heartbroken.

“I was set up to start training in the pathology lab in the coming weeks and I was scheduled one day just to ‘sit in’ and see what happens in there.

“In a tiny room with a ‘Biohazard’ sign on the door, I met God. In tiny little petri dishes, neatly displayed with a patient’s name sprawled on each label with the giant letters POC printed on them were the tiny little faces of God’s children. Some of them weren’t recognizably human but most of them clearly were.

ABORTION tiny fetus

“There I sat face to face with about twenty people. Twenty people who you couldn’t see walk through the door, twenty people who didn’t get to plead their case in the counseling room, twenty people whose little hearts were barely able to beat, twenty people who didn’t get a choice, twenty people who would be tossed in a freezer at the end of the day to wait and be carted off to a burn site as medical waste. ‘Medical Waste’ or ‘Product of Conception’ were the only names these people would ever be given inside our clinic.

“I left work that day with such a heavy sorrow in my heart. I have never felt those types of intense emotions before. I prayed to God that night to show me a way out. I shamefully went into work the next morning and I heard the kind voice outside the fence again. But everything was different that day. I decided when I left I was going to reach out to these people and I wasn’t going to remain a part of this.”

Source:
https://www.lifesitenews.com/blogs/clinic-worker-saw-the-faces-of-20-aborted-babies-in-petri-dishes-thats-when

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8 responses to “Twenty people in petri dishes

  1. Oh. My. God. This literally made me start crying. Powerful, powerful post. Next time someone says there’s no difference between the donks and the pachyderms, remind them of this. On this issue alone do we embrace the road to heaven, or to hell.

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  2. This was a beautifully written article, Chrissy. Do you think when she said, “I sat behind bullet proof glass every day,” that she meant it in a figurative way? I wonder if this woman stayed at her job.

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    • chrissythehyphenated

      I think she probably meant it literally about the glass.

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    • chrissythehyphenated

      This article is part of a series about former abortion industry workers who left and are telling their stories to help others.

      If you find this subject compelling, I highly recommend Abby Johnson’s book, Unplanned. It’s one of those books you read straight through in one go, because it’s impossible to put down.

      Her story is similar to the above, in that she had a moment of awakening when she viewed an abortion on the ultrasound machine as it happened, then was persecuted by the clinic for trying to leave her job.

      She’s got a ministry now to abortion workers, to help them get out, deal with what they did, find new jobs, cope with any blow back from their former employers.

      http://www.abbyjohnson.org/

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