My Salvation

About eight months ago I found out I was pregnant. I had no family or friends to turn to. The few people that I called friends kept giving me unsolicited advice on the option of abortion and how it would be impossible for me to raise a child on my own. I began to think that I was crazy for wanting to keep my child.

Being of Jewish faith I have no idea how I rationalized going to a Christian pregnancy center but I did anyway. There I met a woman who wanted to pray with me and to help. I wanted help but not the prayer. She told me about the option of a maternity home and helped me fill out and send the application forms. Going into a maternity home was the last resort. So I forgot the whole thing.

About another month went by and my options were running out. I was about to be on the street. I went to my Rabbi and he gave me several numbers. The only person I got through to was a house mother of a maternity home in Fort Lauderdale. I told her that I had no where to go and that I needed her help. A short time later she called back with good news. There was a lady who was willing to let me stay with her until I could get a permanent place. I thought, "Great! What kind of weirdo would open their house to a complete stranger?" That weirdo turned out to be one of the most important people to me. She and her family opened their home and their hearts to me and I am so grateful for that. I wasn't meant to stay there for long. I soon found out that I had an interview for a spot in the daybreak maternity home. I was so sure that I was going to a place that had one purpose: to brainwash me and suck me in to a cult. But I needed a place to stay and like my Rabbi instructed me "Just go there and don't rock the boat." Well for anyone who knows me I did just the opposite. But to my surprise I did not put myself into another