When I was in fifth grade, I experienced a deeply traumatic dream that forever changed my life.
It involved me walking down to my parents’ basement and discovering abortions being performed amid the sorrowful cries of post-abortive mothers.
Even at that age I recognized that the dream was a call to protect women and children from the pain of abortion, and it served as a powerful reminder that people right in my own community were suffering and in dire need of help.