Received a phone call from someone I didn’t know.
At first, I thought it was a tele-marketer. I was about to hang up; then I realized I liked her voice. It was a woman, with very gentle voice. She sounded a little timid for some reason.
“I don’t think I met you,” I said, “Can you remind me?”
“Uh… You came to our clinic the other day…”, her voice was almost shaky.
“clinic? For what?” I asked.
“Uh.. You visited our clinic… Are you going to use our service - we are the family plan clinic…”
“Oh! The family plan service!” I remembered.
I told her about our decision.
“Congratulations!” She said.
We chatted a little before hanging up.
I liked her voice. It was very cheerful in the end.
For some reason, being reminded of the difficult decision-making time made me happy. I felt proud.
I don’t think I am political at all on this issue. Pro-life and pro-choice probably will continue to fight for another million years. I am lucky because as it turned out life is my choice in this case. Being through all this struggle, I can now better understand the arguments of both sides. I can appreciate both sides’ agony. I think I would admire a woman who has gone through the same struggle, regardless of her final decision.
Those who live through hard times deserve respect; to be fair, by-standers should keep their mouths shut - at least they should stop pointing fingers.
Anyways, I now feel pretty happy and proud of myself (and my husband). No, we still don’t know how to handle this. It’s not important - isn’t life uncertain by default?
I feel a little sad for the lady who called me. I wonder what she really thinks about her daily job. It’s not healthy to do things that you don’t like; and it must be really terrible to do things that you’re ashamed of. It must really hurt to hide that joyful voice all day long…
I want to tell her that maybe she should change her job.
On a 2nd thought, what difference can I make? Plus, who give me the right to tell her how to spend her life?
I am just a pregnant woman. I am expecting…
