Wow. God is so good.
Two huge trajectories in my life are coming into play, one seemed to leave me nowhere without a son or a family, Poof, tbe other caught us and held ys safe. One was the Patsy S. Problem, which i have written about before: finally it is all pmayed our, leaving me niwhere. The other is the gestalt of rhe cell phone: to hold it in my hand us to see the culmination of my fathers life work and the purpose of all the suffering. The Patsy S problem represents the abirtions, my fathers diwnfall: he forced a young wonan, my sons Catholic, Sicillian girlfriend, to have an abortion. Dhe turned to me. They didnt know this. After that people who had had abortions crossed ny path. Patsy S was one of them. With fascination, she told me about a story in the news about a woman who abducted a pregnant woman from the hispital, killed her, and then performed a “crude caesarian” on her with a key and stole the baby.
This is too bad to tell. I dont kniw what to do. I have been carrying this with me for 30 years. Only now do i see it. She harmed me. It has stayed with me all thus time. I didnt have a friend there to tell tbis to. This is SHAMEFUL i got in trouble there, it shoukd have been her. I left there and abortion was on my tail, i met a man and had two horrible abortions.. they USED me to help her, nobody cared about me. Gid help me