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My story about Life
by Donald F Hudzinski
Everyone has a story. Here is mine. Three months after I was married, my wife an I went out to dine at a famous restaurant in Milwaukee Wisconsin. In the dinning area across from us sat a mother and her son, to this day I will confess it to be Mary and her Son, Jesus Christ, and it was Christ scourged. As I was elated at this scene, my wife said, “She should have aborted that child”. My heart dropped at the thought.
At this point one asks the question, “What have I done”? Let’s go back a few years, when I first met my wife. It was a normal day at the canning factor. I was walk the floor looking for jams, when an angel appeared on the staircase. He said, “I want you to meet your wife”. So he lead me to a beautiful young lady on a bench. I asked, “Is she the one”? He said, “No, it is the one observe you and her sister, by the husker“.
After this I started dating her within a year I proposed to her in these words, “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is your womb, for it shall bear my children”. I gave her the ring and explained to her that it looked like two hands in prayer. One hand was hers and the other was mine and as long as she and I would place Christ the light of the world in the center of our marriage, it would be true.
It was not long after the restaurant incident, I found out that she was on the pill. This hurt deeply for like the hard path in the story of the sower of the good seed, I knew that my seed would not take root.
Three years later, she went off the pill, so she could have a child, and she conceived. She said, “ I am going to the doctor to take some tests, if they show the child has something wrong, I will abort the child”. At this point, I prayed real hard. I got the courage to ask about this and she said, “It is my body and I had nothing to say about it”. Well we had a little girl and four years later a little boy.
After the boy, she said, “Sex must be sterile from now on, so she would have her tubes tied.
Twenty years of this ended, when I asked for her conversion. In prayer one night, idea came, with the message that she would say, no, and that this decision would end in her death. Three months later she was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Her stomach cancer took her life in about nine months.
by Donald F Hudzinski
Everyone has a story. Here is mine. Three months after I was married, my wife an I went out to dine at a famous restaurant in Milwaukee Wisconsin. In the dinning area across from us sat a mother and her son, to this day I will confess it to be Mary and her Son, Jesus Christ, and it was Christ scourged. As I was elated at this scene, my wife said, “She should have aborted that child”. My heart dropped at the thought.
At this point one asks the question, “What have I done”? Let’s go back a few years, when I first met my wife. It was a normal day at the canning factor. I was walk the floor looking for jams, when an angel appeared on the staircase. He said, “I want you to meet your wife”. So he lead me to a beautiful young lady on a bench. I asked, “Is she the one”? He said, “No, it is the one observe you and her sister, by the husker“.
After this I started dating her within a year I proposed to her in these words, “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is your womb, for it shall bear my children”. I gave her the ring and explained to her that it looked like two hands in prayer. One hand was hers and the other was mine and as long as she and I would place Christ the light of the world in the center of our marriage, it would be true.
It was not long after the restaurant incident, I found out that she was on the pill. This hurt deeply for like the hard path in the story of the sower of the good seed, I knew that my seed would not take root.
Three years later, she went off the pill, so she could have a child, and she conceived. She said, “ I am going to the doctor to take some tests, if they show the child has something wrong, I will abort the child”. At this point, I prayed real hard. I got the courage to ask about this and she said, “It is my body and I had nothing to say about it”. Well we had a little girl and four years later a little boy.
After the boy, she said, “Sex must be sterile from now on, so she would have her tubes tied.
Twenty years of this ended, when I asked for her conversion. In prayer one night, idea came, with the message that she would say, no, and that this decision would end in her death. Three months later she was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Her stomach cancer took her life in about nine months.
Thank God your children didn’t have defects!