"I have the right to my own body. I have the right to choose what my life is going to be. I have hopes and dreams, and she's going to ruin them. She's going to get in the way of what I have planned for my life. I'm not ready for this. I didn't ask for this."
You agree that she has rights. "No one should try to take those rights away from her," you think to yourself.
As you walk home, you see young ladies - free and independent - and you realize that that must be the life that she was hoping for. If the doctor wants to try to force the opposite on her, he must be heartless.
You continue walking, until you reach a new restaurant. You decide to check it out. As you're walking in, you notice a young couple at a two-person table - laughing, and talking away. The young lady turns, and asks if you're her new neighbor.
"Yes; I just remembered that I am," you reply. "What's your name again?"
"Ava. Doesn't that mean life?"
"Yes; it does."
"What a perfect name for you! It is obvious that you cherish life more than most people."
"Well, that must be because I am thankful that no one ever destroyed my life."
"That's right. You have the right to your own life. No one should let someone take those rights away from them. I am very sorry for ignoring you, sir. What is your name?”
“No worries. My name is Drew.”
“Nice to meet you, Drew.”
“What is the reason behind your passion for human rights?” Ava asked out of curiosity.
“Just this morning, I witnessed a very sad thing. I heard a conversation through a hospital door. It was an argument, actually. The doctor was trying to get a lady not to abort her child. What a heartless thing to do! She has a life ahead of her, and that doctor expects her to just throw it away by taking on a child?”
“I am sorry, but I don’t think that you quite understood what I meant when I told you that no one ever destroyed my life. My mother took pills to abort me. She didn’t know it, but those pills were expired. I was born, as you can see. I have been ever so grateful ever since that they the abortion didn’t go through. As you said yourself, no one should take away anyone’s right to live.”
You are struck with a sudden realization that you never actually saw that argument in the hospital room. Was it really the mother’s voice that you heard – pleading her rights – or was it her unborn daughter’s voice?