life.

for approximately 6 hours, i did not talk. i was without a voice to speak volumes for those who don't have that privilege. i wore pink duct tape with the word 'LIFE' in block letters across the span of my mouth. i'm sure you're curious. i handed out fliers to anybody that asked. and this is what they read:

WHY I AM SILENT
Everyday in the United States of America over 4,000 American citizens are silenced against their wills. They have their voices permanently silenced and they never get the opportunity to speak on behalf of themselves. Today we stand in silent solidarity with those who have been silenced. Today we are silent, but by doing this we are being a voice for the one-third of our generation that will never have a voice. These victims are not only being silenced; they are being killed. The victims we stand on behalf of will not have a funeral. The victims we stand on behalf of were ripped from the safety and warmth of their mothers' wombs. The victims we stand on behalf of were not blobs of tissue, but beautiful human persons, with hearts that beat, brains that gave out brain waves, and a soul. These are the victims of the abortion holocaust. Every day over 4,000 babies have their lives ended in the name of choice. Since January 22, 1973, over 46 million babies have died. The time is now to stand on behalf of these innocent victims. Visit www.standtrue.com to find out how to become a voice.


so, you know me. i talk. all the time. i talk at all the wrong times. like when my roommate wants to go to sleep. but today, i had duct tape covering the hole in face. so then i couldn't say anything but i could make grunts and noises. nothing that made sense to anyone else besides myself. at first, i grunted and tried to talk. i wasn't used to not being able to say what i wanted when i wanted. but then i slowly found myself accepting the real purpose of why i had this piece of duct tape on my mouth and why i had a red arm band on. oh sure, i got really awkward looks. i'm sure people thought i was a nazi with the red arm band. i also got smiles. not really welcoming, hey friend! smiles. or even polite smiles. they were 'this girl has duct tape on her mouth and i don't really know what to do so i'm smiling'. that's what i got. either that or stares. it was supposed to be colored red, but i only had pink. and since this was a last second decision, i stuck with the hot pink. i cut up one of my red shirts to make armbands. i didn't really like that shirt that much anyways. but if i had, i would be cutting up my shirts so i could be a voice for those who don't. which is way more worth the price of a simple shirt.

i'm not done. but i'm at a brick wall in this blog, maybe i'll write more later. i know i say that alot, but hey. whatevs.