There is no other way to put this other than to say I was a mess. I was involved with drugs and alcohol for over 20 years. I messed up every relationship I had in my life. I had let everyone down. My family was worried sick about me. They thought I would kill myself in a car accident or just kill myself period. I wanted to change and I tried to change, but I just couldn’t. I hated everything about myself. I had no self-esteem at all. I was so full of shame. I remember crying out to God to help me. I said “Why can’t I be normal and have a nice little life like everybody else?

I was at the very bottom when I found out I was pregnant. Yes, I wanted a child but not under the circumstances I was in. I was living with a man who was in the same shape I was in. Just two weeks after I told him I was pregnant he took a bunch of pills and wound up in the intensive care unit at Union Hospital in a coma. I thought about what rotten parents we would make. How could I bring a child into that kind of life? I wondered if the baby would even be born normal because I had done drugs while I was pregnant. I thought an abortion would probably be best but I couldn’t stop thinking about God. I wondered if He would forgive me. I did make the appointment once, but ended up canceling it. I wanted more time to think. I started searching for someone to help me make a decision. I went to the Family Planning Clinic and talked to someone there and I went to the Lamb Center and talked to someone there. Then I saw the Crisis Pregnancy Center listed in the phone book, so I drove there one day on my lunch hour. I didn’t know the center was a Christian organization and I asked if I could get some information on abortion. The lady who spoke to me just clearly described the abortion procedure to me and I knew I couldn’t do it. As I was leaving the center, I turned around and looked at that lady and said, “I want you to know I am deeply religious”. I don’t know why I said that. I guess because I knew there was a God and I prayed occasionally, so I considered myself religious. I went home and kept thinking about my life and the situation I was in and I finally just said, “O.K. God! O.K.! I give up! You win! Whatever You want me to do, I’ll do it. I will have this baby and everything will be O.K. if You are with me”.

A few days later the lady from the Crisis Pregnancy Center called to check on me. She really cared about me and wondered how I was doing. That was hard for me to comprehend, a total stranger caring about me like that! She asked if I had made any decision and I told her I planned to keep the baby and there would be enough love for that baby with just God and me. She asked me if I wanted to ask Christ to come into my life and be my Saviour. I said yes. So I prayed with her on the telephone that day. That was one incredible prayer! I felt such a warmth and such a peace pass through me! I knew the Lord had taken my addictions away! It was over! I knew everything would be O.K.!

My life is totally different now. I’m a volunteer at the Crisis Pregnancy Center and God is using what I’ve been through to allow me to minister to other women that are in similar situations. The Lord has completely changed my life! He is my bestfriend and I know that He will never leave me or forsake me! I love that Scripture! The Lord can change anybody and deliver them from anything! Just ask Him to come into your life! That’s all you have to do.

I did wind up having a miscarriage, but as I look back at it now, I can see that what Satan meant for evil, God meant for good. What I thought was such a crisis in my life was actually a double blessing! I got saved and I have a baby waiting for me in heaven someday!

My name is Diane Jones and I am a schoolteacher which plays an important part of my story. Three years ago, I found out that I was pregnant. At that time, my husband and I were not married. He was ecstatic. I was hysterical. You see, part of my problem was that I just didn’t want to get married yet. My first husband had walked out on our daughter and me when she was just 10 months old. For 6 years, I raised her all by myself. I don’t mean to sound like I am bragging, but I did do a good job of raising, loving and just enjoying her. Because I had had 3 miscarriages before I had Nikki, not a single day had gone by that I didn’t thank God for letting me have her.
So you’d think that I would have been just as happy when I found out I was pregnant. But I wasn’t. I had just received my first contract teaching job and selfishly I did not want to lose it. All I could picture in my mind was: pregnant-not married-out of a job. Carl wanted us to get married immediately and this had nothing to do with my pregnancy. He had wanted to get married for months. Once more, let me stress that not getting married was my decision not Carl’s.
Anyway, without meaning to, and without realizing what he was doing to me, Carl started putting a lot of pressure on me. I was so tired from lack of sleep and from worry and I just couldn’t think straight. All I needed was a few days to myself, but I couldn’t get Carl to see that.
Carl and I have discussed this since then, and while this isn’t a pleasant experience to remember, it’s what happened. All my life (my entire life) I have been lucky enough to enjoy every single day to its fullest. I’ve had my share of tragedies, but to me, there is nothing more fantastic than life itself. It’s the greatest gift that God has given us.
However, during the first few weeks of my pregnancy, I didn’t feel that way at all. I was so frightened and confused that I know that if it wouldn’t have been for my daughter, I would have committed suicide.
I finally told Carl that if he did not back off immediately, I was going to get a restraining order against him. For an entire week he was to leave me completely alone. When the week was over, I had made my decision. I decided to have an abortion. I called Carl to tell him and he was beyond shock. I also told him that he was to never bother me again ever.
Fortunately for all of us, God had other plans. The same day I told
Carl about the abortion, he saw Melisa at the Clay County Fairgrounds at the Crisis Pregnancy Center display booth. Carl begged Melisa to talk to me. And if I’m not mistaken, she left the fairgrounds immediately and came to my house.
If nothing else, Melisa deserves all of my respect and love just for listening quietly while I released all of the feelings I had bottled up inside of me. After I finished talking, she said that any decision I made was mine to make, but before I kept my appointment to have the abortion, why didn’t I come to the Crisis Pregnancy Center just to make sure that I really was pregnant. We made plans for me to be there the following morning at 9:00. Every single person who worked there took time out of his or her busy schedules and lives to be there for me the next morning. I know this may sound strange but they were so warm. I think I felt that way because I was shaking so much.
Dr. Breitweiser was called into do a sonogram. I know that man must have wings under his jacket because he was there within minutes. His attitude went beyond just caring and basic concern and it is something I will never, ever forget.
Once I saw the sonogram, I just knew there was no way I could have an abortion. I had prayed so hard for a child a few years earlier and God had answered my prayers with a wonderful daughter. Having an abortion would be like slapping God in the face after He had been so kind to me, and there was no way I was going to do that. So, I put myself in God’s hands, and oh, the difference it made when I did. If I wasn’t suppose to be a teacher, then there were other plans for me and I would just have to have faith in whatever happened next. Carl and I did end up getting married, and next to my children, he is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He is my best friend and my rock.
I have had to send a number of my GED students to the Crisis Pregnancy Center, and while none of them know my story, believe me when I say that I know their fear. Fear has no age limits.
All I can say is without Melisa and the Crisis Pregnancy Center, I know I wouldn’t be feeling so good about my life today, and I would have one regret that I could never change – an abortion. Please help the Crisis Pregnancy Center so they can help other women like me. Thank you.

My name is Diane Jones and I am a schoolteacher which plays an important part of my story. Three years ago, I found out that I was pregnant. At that time, my husband and I were not married. He was ecstatic. I was hysterical. You see, part of my problem was that I just didn’t want to get married yet. My first husband had walked out on our daughter and me when she was just 10 months old. For 6 years, I raised her all by myself. I don’t mean to sound like I am bragging, but I did do a good job of raising, loving and just enjoying her. Because I had had 3 miscarriages before I had Nikki, not a single day had gone by that I didn’t thank God for letting me have her.
So you’d think that I would have been just as happy when I found out I was pregnant. But I wasn’t. I had just received my first contract teaching job and selfishly I did not want to lose it. All I could picture in my mind was: pregnant-not married-out of a job. Carl wanted us to get married immediately and this had nothing to do with my pregnancy. He had wanted to get married for months. Once more, let me stress that not getting married was my decision not Carl’s.
Anyway, without meaning to, and without realizing what he was doing to me, Carl started putting a lot of pressure on me. I was so tired from lack of sleep and from worry and I just couldn’t think straight. All I needed was a few days to myself, but I couldn’t get Carl to see that.
Carl and I have discussed this since then, and while this isn’t a pleasant experience to remember, it’s what happened. All my life (my entire life) I have been lucky enough to enjoy every single day to its fullest. I’ve had my share of tragedies, but to me, there is nothing more fantastic than life itself. It’s the greatest gift that God has given us.
However, during the first few weeks of my pregnancy, I didn’t feel that way at all. I was so frightened and confused that I know that if it wouldn’t have been for my daughter, I would have committed suicide.
I finally told Carl that if he did not back off immediately, I was going to get a restraining order against him. For an entire week he was to leave me completely alone. When the week was over, I had made my decision. I decided to have an abortion. I called Carl to tell him and he was beyond shock. I also told him that he was to never bother me again ever.
Fortunately for all of us, God had other plans. The same day I told
Carl about the abortion, he saw Melisa at the Clay County Fairgrounds at the Crisis Pregnancy Center display booth. Carl begged Melisa to talk to me. And if I’m not mistaken, she left the fairgrounds immediately and came to my house.
If nothing else, Melisa deserves all of my respect and love just for listening quietly while I released all of the feelings I had bottled up inside of me. After I finished talking, she said that any decision I made was mine to make, but before I kept my appointment to have the abortion, why didn’t I come to the Crisis Pregnancy Center just to make sure that I really was pregnant. We made plans for me to be there the following morning at 9:00. Every single person who worked there took time out of his or her busy schedules and lives to be there for me the next morning. I know this may sound strange but they were so warm. I think I felt that way because I was shaking so much.
Dr. Breitweiser was called into do a sonogram. I know that man must have wings under his jacket because he was there within minutes. His attitude went beyond just caring and basic concern and it is something I will never, ever forget.
Once I saw the sonogram, I just knew there was no way I could have an abortion. I had prayed so hard for a child a few years earlier and God had answered my prayers with a wonderful daughter. Having an abortion would be like slapping God in the face after He had been so kind to me, and there was no way I was going to do that. So, I put myself in God’s hands, and oh, the difference it made when I did. If I wasn’t suppose to be a teacher, then there were other plans for me and I would just have to have faith in whatever happened next. Carl and I did end up getting married, and next to my children, he is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He is my best friend and my rock.
I have had to send a number of my GED students to the Crisis Pregnancy Center, and while none of them know my story, believe me when I say that I know their fear. Fear has no age limits.
All I can say is without Melisa and the Crisis Pregnancy Center, I know I wouldn’t be feeling so good about my life today, and I would have one regret that I could never change – an abortion. Please help the Crisis Pregnancy Center so they can help other women like me. Thank you.