Recently, while negotiating a service with a salesman, I commented that his physical features didn’t match his last name. He was obviously Asian, but his last name was Irish. He informed me that he had been adopted from Korea as a child as a result of being born to an unwed mother whose boyfriend’s family forbade their marriage. Through an intermediary, he was adopted by a Korean/American couple, and thus the last name of Sullivan. This resulted in a conversation about how grateful he must be to both his adopted mother and his biological mother who chose not to pursue the easy route of abortion. He agreed, and shared with me that he is the father of two boys.
Today is the anniversary of Roe v. Wade. While it is appropriate to mourn the deaths of the millions killed by the barbaric and selfish practice of abortion, there are countless stories of people who beat the odds and who were brought into the world in spite of the ease by which their lives could have been snuffed out. Here is one account written by a friend of mine. Continue reading








