14/09/2026
Please read the text below. It's from a lady who wanted to share her story so that others might find hope. Thank you!
My name is Catherine. The world would have ended my life, just as it began. The world would have taken my life 58 years ago in my mother's womb. This sacred life would not exist.
And let's not kid ourselves: that ending would have been brutal and barbaric. I would have been torn limb from limb with no one to hear me scream! Let's just sit with that for a bit to let that sink in. Stay with me, reader. Hang in there. This does have a happy ending.
Why would the world have ended my life? Because my mother was r***d, and indeed was r***d at only 13 years of age.
The world would say that my mother was destined to have a life of trauma if she gave birth to me. Her life would effectively be over. That this innocent child would be the ruin of her. That my life must be ended. That she absolutely MUST have an abortion.
Well, do you know what she did? She gave birth to me and I was adopted. I was an innocent child of God. And my mum?
Well, at 16 she went down to London and worked her way up in a brewery to become its first female director!! She is a multi-millionaire!!
You're reading this because I was given the gift of life. I became a teacher of children with autism. In my 58 years of life I have achieved a lot and touched many other lives, especially my husband’s. Please God I am a force for good in this world.
But the reality is, dear reader, that the world would have ended my life before I had a chance 58 years ago, and still would.
You can change that.
Don't react as those around you might. You can shape a new future where people like me are not refused the chance of life because of the way they were conceived.
Remember my story. It's real and true. If you or someone you know ends up in this awful position, it's not the end. It's not the end of the mother's life and please God it doesn't have to be the end of the baby's life either. God's grace is there for the taking. Mother and baby can be OK.
There is another way. There is hope, even in the midst of the trauma.
Please tell your friends and family about me. Be assured, dear reader, that I pray for you as you read this.
Please remember, my name is Catherine.