2 Babies Saved! | Students for Life
by: Kaitlynn Williams, former Stevens Fellow, Freshman at the University of Arizona
Social Media Helps Save a Baby
Checking and updating social media pages can take time and effort but
it’s certainly worth it because so many people use the platform to
communicate – and sometimes it can even be a means to save the life of a
Over the Labor Day weekend holiday, I received a Facebook message
through Tucson Right to Life’s page from a nurse who works with the
Abortion Pill Reversal Hotline. A young woman had taken the abortion
pill (RU486) on Friday, but now changed her mind and called the hotline
But because of the holiday weekend, no one at the hotline could not
get a hold of a doctor in Tucson and they were running short on time. In
hopes of reaching someone locally, they messaged the Tucson for Life
As soon as I got the message, I called the nurse and then immediately
started texting, calling and messaging my local contacts, including a
few nurses and doctors, to see who could help. One pro-life doctor who I
am friends with on Facebook answered me right away. He said he could
see the young woman on Tuesday (he couldn’t see her any sooner due to
the pregnancy centers being closed for Labor Day). I put the doctor and
the nurse from the hotline in direct contact, along with the people who
run Fatima Women’s Center.
The hotline was able to get in contact with a doctor in Phoenix who
was able to write the woman a prescription for the progesterone she
needed to reverse the effects of the pill. However, then we found out
the minute-clinic was unable to fill her prescription.
After doing all I could for the time-being, I went to church and
offered the Mass with prayers specifically for the woman, her baby, and
that they would be able to get the progesterone. Additionally, everyone
else I was working with on this was praying and doing what they could to
Later that afternoon, the young woman was able to get the
progesterone she needed and at her appointment on Tuesday, she had an
ultrasound and her 9-week-old preborn baby was found alive and well!
They are now under the prenatal care of the amazing pro-life doctor and
staff at Fatima Women’s Center.
Also, the doctor who helped the woman wants to become a hub for
abortion pill reversals and there is a nurse who wants to work with him
to help take care of the patients. The snowball effect of the way we
were all able to communicate and mobilize on social media has been
amazing and effective. It really shows how potentially powerful social
media can be, what prayer can do, and what can happen when everyone
works together for something!
“How Can I Help You?”
The second save occurred at an abortion clinic. A woman went in to have her abortion but she was feeling unsure.
Surrounded by girls excited to get their abortions, she prayed that
God would send her a sign of what to do. Wanting to get some fresh air,
the woman went outside of the clinic – and saw some people praying. She
walked over to them and at first was approached by a woman who shared
statistics about abortions (I have found that tactic doesn’t usually
work). Luckily, one of our prayer warriors had the right approach and
all she said to the woman was, “How can I help you?”
The woman took this meeting as the sign she had asked God for, and
she was soon on her way to the Fatima Women’s Center, where she and her
baby are now being cared for. All of this happened simply because
someone was there praying – imagine if our prayer warrior had decided to
sleep in that morning!
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from the freely-available biography Killer Angel: A Biography of Planned Parenthood's Patron Saint (pp. 11-14):
Her father, Michael Higgins, was an Irish Catholic immigrant who fancied himself a radical freethinker and a free-wheeling skeptic.
He worked sporadically as a stone mason and a tombstone carver but was either unwilling or unable to provide adequately for his large family. Margaret’s mother, Anne Purcell, was a second generation American from a strict Irish Catholic family. She was frail with tuberculous but utterly devoted to her unstable and unpredictable husband—as well as to their ever-growing brood of children.
The family suffered bitterly from cold, privation, and hunger. … [Her father Michael] regularly thrashed his sons “to make men of them.” And he treated his wife and daughters as “virtual slaves.” And when he drank—which was whenever he could afford it—his volatile presence was even more oppressive than normal.
Sanger later described her family’s existence under the unenlightened and inhuman hand of Michael’s enlightened humanism as “joyless and filled with drudgery and fear.”
…As a confirmed skeptic, Michael mocked the sincere religious devotion of most of his neighbors. He openly embraced radicalism, socialism, and atheism. And he had little toleration for the modicum of morality that his poor wife tried to instill in the lives of their hapless children.
One day, for example, when Margaret was on her knees saying the Lord’s Prayer, she came to the phrase “Give us this day our daily bread,” and her father snidely cut her off.
“Who were you talking to?” he demanded.
“To God,” she replied innocently.
“Well, tell me, is God a baker?”
With no little consternation, she said, “No, of course not. But He makes the rain, the sunshine, and all the things that make the wheat, which makes the bread.”
After a thoughtful pause her father rejoined, “Well, well, so that’s the idea. Then why didn’t you just say so? Always say what you mean, my daughter, it is much better.”
In spite of Michael’s concerted efforts to undermine Margaret’s young and fragile faith, her mother had her baptized in St. Mary’s Catholic Church on March 23, 1893. The following year, on July 8, 1894, she was confirmed. Both ceremonies were held in secret—her father would have been furious had he known. For some time afierward she displayed a zealous devotion to spiritual things. She regularly attended services and observed the disciplines of the liturgical year. She demonstrated a budding and apparently authentic hunger for truth.
But gradually the smothering effects of Michael’s cynicism took their toll. When her mother died under the strain of her unhappy privation, Margaret was more vulnerable than ever before to his fierce undermining. Bitter, lonely, and grief-stricken, by the time she was seventeen her passion for Christ had collapsed into a bitter hatred of the church. This malignant malevolence would forever after be her spiritual hallmark.