My mother’s failed abortion

 Every morning I wake up, sometimes sunny and sometimes not, but it’s always a morning, a new beginning, a new chance to create, smile, love, decide…

The most beautiful spring season of that year in Armenia was probably the hardest for my mother. She had to wake up every morning and decide, whether to kill or not. To kill somebody, that does not even have any chance to vote for anything, to influence anybody, to express himself as an independent entity. A woman in a big dilemma of saving the good name of her own and her family, by not becoming a single mother from the beginning, decides to turn to a gynecologist. The gynecologist, examining her, tried to convince her of doing abortion and, instead, to come and give birth to a child, who would be taken by one of the families, waiting in a long line for adoption, with some expensive gifts for the doctor. It is hard for me to judge doctor’s intentions, but the holy nature has so many “crooked” ways for correcting our crookedness, that behind the millions of layers we see nothing else, but the great desire to survive at any cost. The cost was paid that very day of June 1-th 1971, when a healthy child took his first deep breath, his first cry announced the life.

 Scientists say, that a big part of subconscious memory is based on embryo’s memory, during those 9 months of pregnancy. I must agree with that, by analyzing my great desire and joy for life, that I feel every morning, when I open my eyes. Later I went to medical school, with the same feeling of life and with a strong decision to become gynecologist, to be able to help every woman, like my adoptive mother, who took me home straight from the hospital, to have their own children. But when arrived the time of choosing my final destination, I changed my mind of becoming gynecologist. It happened, after the very first and last time, under my supervising doctor, I entered the deadly spoon in the womb of a woman, to stop another embryo from being born…

 I live in a small town, full of tourists, in Israel now. Eilat is always full of happy people, who come to warm up their bones, to swim in the Red sea. Every day I see many young women, in a search of temporary fun. All I wish for them is, never being in the position of my biological mother, when you have to decide between death and life.

P.S. I dedicate this post to all those healthy Americans, who are going to march today for LIFE!

And, of course, to my dearest adoptive mother, who’s soul is still watching over me from the heaven.

G-d bless all of you, G-d bless healthy Americans and the land of freedom and choice.

Let you always choose the life, love and joy every morning, when you open your eyes.

Let this very day become the day of great changes, not only for America, but rather for the whole world!

Respect and Love! 

Amram Ivri