The Writing on the Wall: Working for the One Who Sent Me

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Working for the One Who Sent Me

I was on a walk minding my own business when a friendly dog came sniffing at my heels. She looked hot and worn out, limping a little but in otherwise pretty good shape. She followed me and I decided I would walk home, get her water and food, and then decide what to do from there. It looked like she intended to follow me.

I was a little distracted having just received this text from an abortion manager who left the industry and is working through the horror of what she had seen while employed there:

I was sitting here remembering a patient who came in for an abortion. The baby was so big that it wouldn't flow through the tubing. Not all of it anyway. The girl was screaming for 30 minutes. The doctor had to go in and use forceps because the ARM was still stuck in her. After she was moved to recovery, I helped clean the room. There was so much blood. It was literally everywhere. The doctor had to change clothes. The girl was crying before the procedure in the waiting room. I'm assuming she didn't really want to do it but maybe felt like she had no other choice. I can only imagine the emotional trauma she went through. I look back and see myself on the floor cleaning up the blood. I was horrified. It looked like a murder scene. And I guess when you think about it, that's exactly what it was.

The dog was a friendly distraction from the despair of the truth of the destruction of abortion! After we had been walking about a mile, a car pulled up. It was the roommate of the dog's owner. The owner had not been worried about the dog feeling sure the dog would return. Alyssa, the young driver who came after the dog, insisted something terrible could happen and she was determined to go find Sydney. The unconcerned dog owner shrugged.

It is a good thing Alyssa decided to follow her gut instinct to find the dog. Sydney was utterly clueless about cars and we watched several stop to avoid hitting her. While Sydney would not return to Alyssa, she kept us both in sight as we trailed her.

She weaved in front of every car that came down the road. We knew we had to catch her because abutting our neighborhood is a very busy road and she didn't stand a chance if she ended up on that busy road.

As we followed her along one of the neighborhood streets, another neighbor saw her and tried to catch her. When she failed to entice Sydney, she ran inside to get treats while Alyssa and I continued down the street trailing Sydney.

The dog thought that this was a great game and continued to run down the street turning back every so often to check on us. Another neighbor of mine with two dogs in her car stopped to avoid running Sydney over, and offered advice. Sydney veered into the nearby yard interested in the dogs in the car but not at all in the treats that the first neighbor who jogged up to us now offered her. With three of us in pursuit, one with treats, Sydney sprinted out of reach again.

Now yet another neighbor came out of her house and ran after Sydney. She had dogs in her backyard that were barking and Sydney clearly was interested in those dogs. While two of us went around one corner of the house and another one of us went around the other corner, the new volunteer was able to corral Sydney and throw a leash around her neck.

Happily, she appeared from around the corner of the house with the docile Sydney loping beside her. Grateful and joyful, Alyssa hugged Sydney.

"How did you end up being the one to go after this dog if it's not even your dog?" I asked.

"Because no one else would," Alyssa told me.
Bless the Alyssa's of the world who ask, "If not me, then who?"

I remembered the text from the former abortion worker. She told me now that she knows the truth, she wants to help be a force who ends abortion. Do you? If not you...who? Click HERE to learn more about volunteering with Cities4Life Charlotte.

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