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EX-ABORTIONIST
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Prochoice
NO MORE: Kathy Sparks always had a desire to become
a nurse - an OB nurse, perhaps she thought. She loved
to see babies being born. Shortly after Kathy married
she and her husband, Mike had a daughter.
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Finding
themselves in awful debt, Kathy decided to go to put
off her schooling and go to work. She was given a job
lead by a friend for a position at an abortion clinic.
Considering herself to be quite pro-choice and excited
to be able to be involved in the medical field without
a degree, she pursued the lead. Following is the testimony
of Kathy Sparks. I had a very intense interview. They
really want to make sure that you are pro-choice before
they hire you, and I really was. I did not have to convince
them; it was obvious. They primarily hired me to assist
the doctor during the abortion procedure, but now I
can see how Gods hand was upon me, even then,
because I was allowed to view every single area of that
abortion clinic. In the beginning they trained me to
answer the telephones and make appointments. Then I
was trained to do all sorts of fun medical things, like
take blood pressure. I just really loved it; I liked
my job. I got to wear a white uniform. All the desires
in my heart to be a nurse were being somewhat fulfilled,
as evil as it was. I did not see how evil abortion was,
it did not bother me at all. When I saw my first abortion
procedure, I didnt see it any differently than
dissecting a frog in biology. I had blinders upon my
eyes, as I believe many people involved in the abortion
industry do. In my opinion, the most important part
of this particular clinic was the counseling. I was
able to sit in with one particular worker who had eight
years of college; she was so very good. She could sit
down with these girls and cry with them at the drop
of a pin. She would immediately start drawing them out,
asking them all kinds of good questions. She would find
out what their pressure point was- what was driving
them to abort their child. Whatever the pressure point
was, she would magnify it. If it was the fact that her
parents were going to "kill" her, and she
didnt know how to tell her then the counselor
would tell her: You dont have to, thats
why abortion is here; we want to help you; this is the
answer to your problems. If it was money, she would
tell them how much baby items cost: You know, it does
cost $3,000 to have a baby now, and, you know, baby
shoes are $28; sleepers are$15. The counseling at this
particular clinic was so effective that 99 out of every
100 women would go ahead and abort. Next I worked in
the recovery room phase, then the clean-up room. The
clean up room was the worst part of the clinic, in my
opinion, because it was so messy. Thats where
the babies were brought. The ones that were small enough-
12 to 13 weeks or less, we would put in jar, label them,
and put them in a big box to off to the pathology lab.
I want to share with you the type of person that I was.
I did drugs, I drank; I was just a very, very bad sinner.
When the babies would be put in the jars, we would hold
them up and kind of twirl them around and look at the
little arm and little leg float up. As sick as that
sounds, thats the way it was, and thats
the way it is at a lot of places right now. Then, of
course, I worked the procedure room where I assisted
the doctors. So I was going on day-in and day-out, and
things were getting very bad in my life. The Lord was
allowing a lot of things to happen. All of the sin that
I had been participating in was killing me inside. And
I was going into the abortion clinic every day, not
knowing what it was doing to my soul. One evening, when
things hit a low, I actually had a nervous breakdown.
I turned to my mother-in-law, who I considered to be
a "Jesus Freak," in desperation. We sat on
the porch and she told me all about Jesus Christ. That
night, it was July 28, we prayed together and I committed
my life to Jesus Christ. Three months later, I was still
going to the abortion clinic. One particular day when
I went into the clinic it was freezing cold. I could
not get warm. I was chilled all the way down to my bones.
It was incredible because no one else seemed to notice
[the cold]. One of the first abortions done that day
was on a woman who was 23 weeks pregnant. This woman
should have had a saline or a laminaria abortion, or
even a hysterectomy. Anything would have been better
than to try to do a D&C on a woman that far along.
She laid on the table. She was a regular-built person
and she had a belly. And I thought, no way! That couldnt
be the baby! I was trembling and getting a little bit
nervous. But he [the abortionist] began the procedure.
He started to dilate her with the dilating rods and
the water broke. A procedure that would normally take
five to eight minutes took one hour. This woman was
in so much pain she was coming off the table. Every
medical assistant and nurse was in that room. The woman
was screaming; the nurse was yelling at her because
everybody else was getting quite upset in the waiting
area, as you can imagine. The babys bones were
far too developed to rip them up with his curette, so
he had to pull the baby out with forceps. He brought
out three or four major pieces. There this little boy
was, laying on the table. I took the baby to the clean
up room, I set him down and I began weeping, uncontrollably,
for what I had been a part of. God showed me that was
a baby, they were all babies. I had been a part of murdering
nearly 1,000 babies. I cried and cried. This little
face was perfectly formed; his little eyes were closed,
everything was perfect about this baby. The recovery
nurse wanted to see what was taking me so long. She
walked in [the cleanup room], looked at me, shut the
door and went to get the director of the abortion clinic.
This woman walked in, shut the door behind her and grabbed
me. She began to rebuke me; pull yourself together,
you are a professional. She took the baby boy and flushed
him down the toilet. I told her I couldnt work
procedure any more, that Id stay in cleanup. That
night I went home and told [my husband] about the entire
experience. I didnt know what to do, we had thousands
of dollars worth of debt. He said, lets just pray
about it. That night I lit two candles at the side of
my bed and sat down and prayed a very childlike prayer:
Lord, if you want me out, just speak to me, and if I
know its going to be okay, Ill leave Lord.
I will leave. Just tell me. The next morning at the
abortion clinic, I was working the cleanup room and
the director walked in. She was troubled and said; Kathy
I had a dream last night that and it was so real I dont
know if I dreamed it or if you told me this. I dreamed
that you walked in and told me you had to quit this
place because of you religion! I had not told a single
person that I had made a commitment to the Lord. So
I told her; you did have a dream, I did not tell you
that, but I am going to quit. I do have to leave and
it is because of my religion. I quit the abortion clinic
and it was incredible. I went through a series of changes,
as we all do when we come to know the Lord in a personal
way. First, I really had to receive what Jesus Christ
had done for me when He died on Calvary; that He died
so that every sin I had committed could be cleansed
and forgiven. It took me six months before I could really
accept His forgiveness and I repented before Him for
every abortion. I received the fact that I was a new
creature. That old person was dead. |
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