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After suffering a crushing defeat when they tried to oppose the Heartbeat Bill last year; Senator Steve Henson, Senator Nan Orrock, and their pro-death supporters took the year to lick their wounds and have returned this legislative session with a new targeted attack on the innocent and most vulnerable among us – Senate Bill 291, the “Georgia Death with Dignity Act“.

There are attempts to introduce a version of this same initiative every few years, each with a different, catchy, and seemingly altruistic name – meant to ignite a sense of compassion and support from those who don’t realize that their only goal is to continue to attack and erode the value of human life, and our morals along with it. They have pretty words and misleading language, but as we’ve seen in every state or nation which has legalized this callous practice; a ‘right to die’ eventually means a ‘duty to die’, and ‘compassion’ always means killing. They try to tell us that someone begins approaching the end of their lives is merely a ‘shell’ of their former self, that they wouldn’t choose to live ‘like this,’ that they’d never want to be a ‘burden’ on their loved ones, and that the ‘compassionate’ or ‘loving’ thing to do would be to murder them. 

For me, this isn’t just about politics or scoring points at the capitol…and it shouldn’t be for you either. Senators Henson and Orrock have come for our families. They’ve come for MY family. 

I spent the majority of my childhood with my grandparents. My mother was very young, unprepared, and unmarried when I was born. She worked 2-3 jobs most of the time and would drop me on my grandparents’ doorstep for days or weeks at a time – often with little to no notice. I am certain that the intrusion of an infant when their own children were finally grown and out of the house was not ideal for them; but my grandmother never once let me feel like a burden. She joyfully nurtured and loved me. She fed me when I couldn’t feed myself, she interpreted for me when I couldn’t yet speak, she stood for me when I couldn’t yet walk. She took me to church with her every Sunday. She taught me how to saddle and ride a horse. She showed me that the difference between right and wrong doesn’t change and it has nothing to do with how we feel in the moment. 

Objectively; I was useless to her. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t walk. I couldn’t use the toilet independently. I gave nothing and required much. I complicated her life at a time when she should have been able to finally begin to relax and take things a little easier, maybe even start to travel or take up those hobbies she’d always been too busy tending her family to pursue. I was inconvenient. 

My grandmother now lives every day dependent on oxygen tanks that must be changed every few hours, medicines and injections that must be administered in strict regimens. She has COPD, Alzheimer’s disease, and her doctor’s very recently found a cancerous and inoperable tumor. She is forgetful and clumsy, elderly, and feeble. The woman who showed such strength of character, the woman who was such a pillar of independence and grace for my entire life, the woman who taught me how to hold a fork and that you always cook bacon in the cast iron skillet before making cornbread, the woman who taught me to sew and read my bible, the woman who taught me right from wrong and to never look down on someone unless I was helping them up – that woman now depends on others for literally everything. She falls asleep during conversations, she forgets names and details, she struggles with daily tasks that used to be so easy for her. She is fading before my eyes. When I am with her; however, I still see that Spanish fire ignite her eyes when I’m telling a story that gets her spirit riled up, or I ‘accidentally’ use a swear word. I can still feel her love for me when I lie beside her, even though she sometimes can’t wrap her arms around me like she used to. I still see my grandmother. 

Senators Henson and Orrock would like you and I to believe that she should die. That my family would be giving her ‘dignity’ to allow her to kill herself. That the ‘compassionate’ thing to do for her would be to tell her that she’s a burden. That she should take a pill and end her life so that we can all move on with ours without the ‘unpleasant’ task of watching her fade from us. 

I refuse.

Will it break my heart to say goodbye to the woman who raised me? Yes. Without question. 

Will anything ease the loss of her when she is called away? Absolutely not. 

But when she does leave this world; it will not be with grief in her heart because the law has told her she has a duty to die and spare her family from the ‘burden’ of caring for her. It will be with me by her side, speaking for her when she can no longer speak, feeding her when she can no longer feed herself, standing for her when she can no longer stand. Fighting for her when she can no longer fight.

Those supporting this bill tell us that this will be too painful – that she’d be better off dead at this point because she wouldn’t want that to happen. That there will come a time, soon, where my grandmother will see my face and not remember who I am. That’s okay. I don’t do this because she remembers me or knows who I am – I do it because I remember who she was, who she is, and Whose she is. 

Murder isn’t healthcare. There is nothing compassionate about ending a human life when it’s become ‘inconvenient’. Do not believe their lies; there is no ‘dignity’ in telling someone that they would be better off dead. 

Stand for people like my grandmother. Help me defend her. 

Call Senators Steve Henson (404-656-0085) and Nan Orrock (404-463-8054); tell them that you oppose Senate Bill 291. 

As a pro-life movement, we must stand for those at the end of their lives with the same passion that we stand for those at the beginning of their lives. The time to speak up is now. If we win the fight against abortion but neglect to defend the elderly and infirm, we have still lost.

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. (Martin Luther King, Jr. Letter from a Birmingham Jail)

November 21, 2019
Contact: Joshua Edmonds
[email protected]

ATLANTA – Georgia Life Alliance Committee (GLAC) has issued an official pro-life certification to Jim Quinn ahead of the critical December 3rd Special Election Runoff.

“With the unprecedented pro-life legislative victories this year, it’s more critical now than ever that we have unapologetically pro-life leaders serving in the legislature who support the Heartbeat Bill (HB481) and other life-affirming efforts,” said GLA Executive Director Joshua Edmonds. “That’s why I’m proud to announce that Jim Quinn has been officially certified as a pro-life candidate by the Georgia Life Alliance Committee.”

Georgia Life Alliance Committee has conducted a comprehensive application and certification process since 2015 to certify candidates who support GLA’s mission to build a culture of life in Georgia. The GLA Pro-life Certification packet can be found on the GLA website.

“I call on every pro-life Georgian in House District 152 to support pro-life candidates in the December 3rd Runoff,” said Edmonds. “With adoption and foster care reform, Simon’s Law, and other critical life-affirming legislation on the agenda for 2020, we need advocates for building a culture of life now more than ever.”

Jim’s individual candidate questionnaire can be found here.

Georgia Life Alliance is the largest right to life organization in Georgia and the official affiliate of National Right to Life.


Author’s identity asked to remain anonymous.

I know you’re feeling alone, scared and worried about the future. I know that every day you just wish you were normal, that the family you see walking down the street could be your family. Instead you’ve had to endure the decisions of another person and spend every day feeling like something is wrong with you, that you’re unworthy of being loved. 

I know because I was you. I went into a group home at 16, I didn’t know how to use a tampon, I couldn’t remember  having 3 square meals a day, and it had been years since I had a bed to sleep on or even a pillow to sleep with. That group home gave me back a shred of my security and it was in that moment I learned so much about myself, my strength, my resilience and my understanding of people. Little did I know that there would be many more trials before it was all over. 

Now, I am sitting here 15 years later. I have this incredible life, with amazing friends, family I didn’t even know I had. I have my own apartment, a bad ass job, I am financially stable and secure. Life could not be better. I would be lying if I said the road was easy, if I told you that God didn’t have a hand in my past and present. I would be lying if I told you I didn’t believe that God has a hand in my future and that I believe in His purpose for my life, but that faith and belief comes with work on my end and lots of heartache. 

Dream big, befriend people who are living your dreams, don’t incur debt, save your money, indulge in chocolate on a Tuesday just because you can. Forgive the people who break your heart and leave them in your past. Love the people who love you so hard that you feel like you could explode with joy. Most of all, give people grace because they don’t know or understand what it took for you to get where you are. What you overcame to be the woman you have become. Be proud of those milestones because even though they may seem small to someone else, they are HUGE to you and that is what matters. Celebrate each baby step that you take to accomplish your dreams and scream and pray to God when things get hard because he is always listening and loves you dearly. 

When I was your age having suffered the unspeakable, not knowing that I would suffer so much more before it was all over, I wish I had someone that had gone through it to tell me it would all be ok. So that is what I want to assure you of now. No one not now, not ever has a hold on what you can be and accomplish. Your past does not define your future. Your circumstances are not who you are. You are a child of God who is loved and was created with purpose. You may feel like you are broken but you are not, you are incredible and have the tools to do amazing things in your life. 

I hope today you know you are loved and prayed over because you are. The Lord has a great purpose for you in life and even though it doesn’t feel like it right now He chose you for a greater purpose. I know how you feel and I’m here to tell you that I’m fighting for you, praying for you, and encouraging you. Soon, all of Georgia will be too! 

Darling, you are so much more loved than you can ever imagine. Don’t be discouraged or give up hope for these trials will give you strength. 

“For you are God’s masterpiece.” (Ephesians 2:10)

“Blessed is she who has believed the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!” (Luke 1:45)