I ended a pregnancy almost 4 years ago. It was a completely viable pregnancy that I absolutely did not want to end, but I did. I did it because I was only 19, sleeping in my car, and selling sex to eat. I had no support system, and I knew carrying to term would be too expensive for me, let alone trying to raise it. The other parent supported whatever decision I made, and when I decided to terminate, he paid for it. He even gave me a place to stay for a few months afterwards until I could find a job. He asked for nothing in return. It was the first time in my life anyone had been kind to me. He only asked that I pay it forward when I could. I just graduated college, and I’m now a nurse. I have a beautiful life. I still mourn for the child I lost everyday, but I also whisper her name to the wind in thanks every night because without her sacrifice, I wouldn’t have the life that I do.