16 and Pregnant when TV was Black and White - The X Factor of Reality - Page 3
That night it was decided by my family that things should carry on and I should go to my confirmation alone. The only love and sympathy I got that night was from friends and their families. As I watched him pay more attention to some unwed mother of the congregation and her family I wish I would have known what I know now. I think I would have reciprocated the question he asked me that very afternoon.
In my mind I would have simply grabbed his collar and asked him what sort of Christian he was. Everything I learned in his Sunday School and every song I sang in his choir is sitting in the dumpster of my mind right now.
Forty- five years later my friend and her husband who have remained together all these years still search for their child who was part of this ring. She had changed her mind within hours of giving birth but the baby had already started its journey and was gone forever. Every day I know they search faces on the street wondering if it could be their daughter. I had been part of the same crowd as she was and it could have been me; so I sit here and look at the screen in sadness. I weep for the babies, the parents and for myself as today as I write this- I am slowly losing my religion.
Dedicated to "Marie Levesque"
"I do not know my background, my lineage, my biological or cultural heritage. But when I meet someone new, I treat them with respect.... For after all, they could be my people." - James Michener, Author