I March because my Uncle George Died in the Korean war fighting for my freedom.

I March because in 1973 when the Roe vs. Wade decision was handed down I had no idea it would soon affect my life.

I March because at 17, I was pregnant and scared.

I March because if abortion was not legal in 1975 my parents would not have chosen it as an option for me.

I March because I will never forget the kind eyes of the physician who calmed me as he replaced the amniotic fluid of my Baby with a burning salt solution.

I March because I cannot give voice to the horror of my child burning in my body.

I March because I can still hear the screaming and cursing of young girls in labor giving birth to Death.

I March because I delivered a dead baby boy on August 1,1975, in a cold metal bed pan, alone. I baptized him with my tears as we lay together, while the night nurse talked on the phone.

I March because he would be 28, I named him Stephen, after the first Martyr of the Church.

I March because when I returned home, my Mothers face and tears told me that she had no idea that a saline abortion meant labor, delivery and Death. Her tears and the Prayers of the Church are what kept me from taking my own life.

I March because I know that I was not alone in my holocaust. At least 20 other young women, ages 16 to 18, were also there for those three days. Their parents, all law abiding citizens, who would never have chosen abortion if it had been illegal.

I March because I know first hand the suffering that murder in the womb causes.

I March because so many of you have marched for me, when my heart was laden and I could not lift my feet.

I March because I love my parents and I do not want the death of my Uncle George and my baby Stephen to be in vain.

I will March until America once more stands for LIFE. Please join me.