A point to ponder

Right now, there is a lot of noise, again, about the question of whether or not a woman should have the right to control her own body and her reproductive life.

It’s true that if you are a woman who believes a fertilized egg or fetus is a person — like your son, daughter, mother, father, friend — you would choose to carry your pregnancy to term. Right now, you have the right to do that.

I think no matter what you believe about when a “person” becomes a “person,” you should think twice about giving the government the power over your own, or your daughter’s, sister’s or mother’s reproductive life.

Governments and circumstances change. If you give government the power to dictate that if pregnant, you must deliver a child into the world, you are also giving the power of that government to say how many children, and when and perhaps what sex is welcome.

I think we would better serve humanity by keeping this a private, personal decision.

Doreen Fitzgerald

Frankfort

Marriage

Nightly, the news has overwhelmed us with “It’s my body” women bemoaning the fact that if she becomes pregnant, it is totally her decision as to whether she keeps the baby or aborts it. Not only is the baby’s right to live not considered, but what the man wants is totally ignored.

Going back to that day, now 56 years and counting from when my wife-to-be told me that she was pregnant, I was initially stunned. I had just turned 20, and she was 19. All of the discussion on TV about this issue is centered on how the girl feels, and that she is totally the one who must decide if the baby lives or dies. Abortion is murder, no matter how you cut it!

Now we have five beautiful children, 13 grandchildren and, to date, four great grandchildren. Marriage isn’t just about sex and children; it is about two people spending their lives together.

There is no value in focusing on what you don’t have. I look at the bigger picture of all the blessings that we have had because Gert said “Yes” on that lonely, snow-covered road on a winter’s night so long ago.

William E. Scott

Traverse City