It was 2:30 AM, I was tired as could be, I was flying up and down in my bus seat and there’s only one thought breaching my mind: Got any threes? On the way to the March for Life, you were either asleep, doing homework, or playing this game of go-fish. We were all anticipating the events of later that day: A super-march in Washington, DC, with 500,000 people who see the world as we do: All lives are equal. What is it the Declaration of Independence says? “All men are created Equal”. Oh, yes, that’s right! It seems to us that many people do not believe this statement, as they allow such horrid atrocities to be committed as abortion and euthanasia. Anyway, back on track. The go-fish game ends and, as I drift in and out of consciousness, my head is filled with a new thought: “Please! Let. Me. SLEEP”! After dozing in and out for a grand total of maybe three hours sleep (We stopped twice, and I ate a muffin and drank a coffee), we arrive at our destination: DC! We catch the end of a mass and begin our trek: a pre-march of the March. We head (past Ford’s Theater) to the Renaissance Hotel and have a meet-and-greet with one of America’s greatest living conservatives: Senator Rick Santorum. After hearing him and Josh Duggar (the one with a gazillion siblings) speak, and after winning a book signed by Senator Santorum and his wife, we do another little pre-march to a rally – For Life!

We stand in the cold and listen to the speakers orate to us upon the subject for which we are marching. Something has to be done to end this mindless genocide! According to the signs held by some other protestors, millions have died as a result of abortion, taking away an estimated third of our generation. That’s simply pure evil! I truly cannot understand any reasoning to even back up the arguments of the “pro-choice” advocates. At conception, life begins. Otherwise, how would life begin? Would it just kind-of happen two minutes before a baby comes out? I don’t think so. That isn’t a lump of cells, it’s a human being. The baby may be inside a woman’s body, but that doesn’t make it not a living being. We can end this heinous crime, we know it. That’s why we are here, after-all! So, we take to the streets en-force. We packed the streets and it seemed almost as endless as Creation itself. Signs above our heads, we march defiantly for two hours. We weave between groups and go around the creepy people that hand out pictures of dead babies (Yes, you read that right). A few of our number had to stop for the john, and did so in the National Portrait Gallery. Finally, the Supreme Court is before us. We have achieved our goal, and we have reached it! Some guys and I sit, drained of energy, on a wall behind the United States Capitol and stare at our intended destination. We rejoin the rest of the group, and trek back to our bus. In fact, as this article was first being formulated, I was half-catatonic and somehow still not asleep. I had just eaten a ton of Popeye’s, and the sickening grease was coating my insides. SO GOOD!

As I stepped off the bus back at our beloved institution of higher education, I felt enlightened, in a sense. I had done what many cannot do, and was proud to do it. Looking back, I am very happy with my work and I can always stand tall knowing this. Now, this was not easy, not by a long shot, but it was truly memorable. If only there was something I could do to fight abortion! Well, there is. I wrote this article. I hope that you may take my message to heart and spread the word to end this terrible epidemic of evil.