My first born daughter is twenty six years old.
I was young, and pretty much on my own when I got pregnant. I had no family nearby, and her father didn't hold a lot of promise, either. Much of my ongoing young adulthood had been misspent, so to speak. I had no money, no skills, and no one with any power to stand between me and a pack of bullies.
Still, I never considered having an abortion. I don't know why -- I just didn't want one. It is a matter of choice, after all. One might think that was enough to keep the pro-life bullies from bothering me. One might have to think again.