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Topic: The Prom (08/02/04)

TITLE: Nine Months and Twenty-Five Years After the Prom
By WENDY DECKER
08/06/04

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“I can’t wait, it’s gonna be great!” Janet said with excitement in her voice and a sparkle in her eye.

“Did you get your dress yet?” Lisa asked.

“Not yet— you wanna go shopping tomorrow?”

“You betcha— I’ll pick up you up after school. Be ready, we got a lotta stores to hit!”

"Okie dokie, artichokie,” Janet said in the light-hearted way she had.

Janet and Lisa were best-friends. Both shared nice figures, long, dark hair and creamy complexions. They were often mistaken for one another. But the feature that set them apart the most was their eyes.

Janet’s sapphire, blue eyes looked like they were smiling all the time, and when she laughed they looked as if they were dancing. Lisa had seductive, brown eyes that portrayed her to be much older and experienced than seventeen.

“By the way, who are you going with?” Janet asked curiously, knowing Lisa changed boyfriends almost as often as she changed underwear.

“I think I’m gonna go with Tommy Depp,” she said as she raised her eye brows up and down.

Unlike Lisa, Janet had only dated one boy, Eddie, all through high school.

When Janet brought up the subject of Lisa’s reputation she’d respond, “Why should I date only one boy when there are so many to choose from? You don’t know what you’re missing!”

Janet loved Eddie and hoped they’d get married after college. She never felt she was missing anything.

The girls went ahead and followed the prom-night rituals that had become popular over the years. First they purchased their gowns. Then they pooled their money together to rent a limousine, and last, they made hotel reservations by the beach. Everyone who was anyone spent the weekend at the beach after the prom.

Prom weekend had become the first “right of passage” into adulthood. Not only did Lisa and Janet plan to go away for the weekend, they also planned to switch hotel rooms, making it the first time Janet and Eddie were alone for the night.

“Everybody does it,” Lisa told Janet.

“I know, but I’ve really been trying to wait.”

“Wait— for what?” Lisa asked. “The waiting is over baby— it’s prom night!”

“We’re gonna get married someday and do it anyway, so I guess it’s no big deal,” Janet said trying to justify her thoughts.

Prom night arrived and it went exactly as planned. The girls looked like beauty pageant contestants in their gowns. Eddie brought Janet a corsage made of red roses and baby’s breath and Tommy brought Lisa a bouquet of daisies.

After the long awaited night had ended, the group jumped into Eddie’s car, which he had dropped off earlier at the restaurant, and headed for the hotel. They settled in and then switched hotel rooms just as they’d planned.

Both girls had different experiences that night, but they both ended up with the same result. One month later they both found out they were pregnant.

Lisa had gone to a clinic where the people there told her that the life growing inside of her body was no more than a ‘blob-of- blood’ that could easily be removed before it ever amounted to anything. Accepting the explanation she received from the clinic-worker, and not prepared to be a mother, Lisa chose to abort her baby.

Twenty-five years have passed and Lisa is a successful Lawyer and happily married. Unfortunately, Lisa’s never been able to get pregnant again. She’s come to terms with her fate and tries to be content with her life, but a few years ago she began battling depression at the end of every summer. She recently found out this is called Post Abortion Trauma.

Janet had also gone to the same clinic, but before entering the building, she met a woman outside. The woman explained that the eight-week old ‘blob-of-blood’ in her womb had a heart beat, brain waves and most of its organ’s were developed. It was a baby created by God.

Janet decided to walk away from the clinic that day. She never made it to college and she had to get a job in the local mall because Eddie decided she wasn’t the girl for him after all. Although things hadn’t turned out the way Janet had planned she has never regretted the decision she made that day, which had been to give me life!

I recently saw a bumper sticker that said, “If it’s not a baby, then you’re not pregnant! I agree, do you?


Member Comments
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darlene hight08/09/04
Excellent Story! Sure to make an impact.
WENDY DECKER08/09/04
Hi Everyone, i hope you take a minute to read this story, as there is some information at the end that many people aren't aware of. Thanks.
Joanne Malley08/09/04
Wendy--you brought to light the way it is for many young girls...an inability to just say no!

It's so sad that the emptiness and lack of self-esteem some feel is not filled with God's hope and promises instead.

Compelling last line! Hope more cars carry those bumper stickers on the road!

More people need to read them and ponder it's truth and meaning.

Wonderful message and writing as always.

Jo
Lynda Lee Schab 08/09/04
Wendy,
When I read this one through the first time, I totally missed it! I sometimes comes back to read through the comments and saw your note.
How awesome! Was this truly a story about your mother? Sometimes when reading these entries you can't tell whether or not the essays are truth or fiction. But since you made the comment... If so, what an incredible story! Thanks for sharing!
Blessings, Lynda
Lynda Lee Schab 08/09/04
By the way, I TOTALLY agree with the bumper sticker! :-)
Dian Moore08/09/04
Wendy - awesome job. Your title almost matched a phrase in my entry, which is 22 years and 9 months later, only I'm the mother, and kept my baby. Great job!
Jan Warrick08/09/04
Very powerful ending. Good job!

Jan
Lisa Beaman08/10/04
Great article! What a testimony.

I have a friend who had an abortion several years ago & even though she has two other children (with the same father), she still struggles with that choice. Not only do they not tell these girls the truth about the "blob of blood", they don't prepare them for the emotional trauma. I hope your testimony will be helpful to many young girls.
Melanie Kerr 08/11/04
I think the line "It's no big deal" and what comes laer on in the story shows how much of a big deal it is. It was a shame that Eddie left her. I had hoped that he would stick by her.
Phyllis Inniss 08/11/04
Very good article. What a wonderful lesson to teach teenagers. Don't yield to peer pressure, even from your best friend.
Sylvia Spielman08/12/04
This was a good story and I did catch the fact that you were the baby -- I'm thankful for your mother's choice. God's grace is sufficient to cover all our mistakes. I have a family member who works with Save-a-Life. I never considered abortion as an option, but I have met several wonderful young ladies who later came to regret their decision to choose that avenue. Yes, the depression and grieving are real, but God has given them forgiveness and victory to move on, and uses their experiences to minister to others. He is a great and wonderful Heavenly Father who is able to heal our darkest secrets. Good writing!
L.M. Lee08/12/04
AMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Deborah Anderson08/13/04
Nice story that packed a punch that all people can learn from Wendy. Thank you and God bless you.
Karen Treharne08/15/04
What a beautifully-written story, Wendy. It held my interest throughout and the ending was perfect. This is a real tribute to your mother and you are a blessing to her. Thanks for sharing such a personal experience.