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Subject: Can John Brown be far behind?
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Date: Fri, 25-Jan-85 15:04:31 EST
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Last Sunday New York's Bihop John J. O'Connor read these letters, by a 13 year
old girl, from his pulpit in St.Patrick's Cathedral.

They are from an unborn baby about to be aborted because of a defective heart.

Dear Mom:
 
    I know you know of my heart problem and I know it makes you sad.  But the
doctors didn't tell you that it's really not very bad.  My heart will be pure
later, just you wait and see.  I'm going to be a doctor and make you proud of
me.
       Love Baby

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Dear Mom:

    I hear you and the doctors talking.  Please tell me it's not true.  I know
other people kill their kids.  I didn't think you would too.  My heart's going
to be all right.  Please.  Don't you understand that's worse than the disease?

       Love, Your Unborn Baby

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Dear Mom:

    How can you do this?  I want to live.  I have talent inside that I want to
give.  Please don't say that you don't care.  There's ideas inside me that I
want to share.  I'm begging you please.  Don't do this to me.  There's a person
inside that I want you to see.  Tomorrow's the day.  My life they're going to
take.  My heart's not that bad.  It's just a mistake.

       Love, Your Unborn Baby

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Dear Mom:

    I love you even though I'm going to die.  I just wrote you this letter to 
tell you goodbye.

      Love, Your Unborn Baby

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After reading them to a packed cathedral during the mass, he stood silent for a
few moments in the pulpit, and then quickly descended the spiral stairs.

Move over Charles Dickens and Harriet Beecher Stowe.  

Regards,

Ken Arndt