Total Rip-off Tuesday: Mom or Margaret Sanger?

Wherein I "rip-off" another writer on the web. Not taking credit; just sharing good stuff. Today's choice: Ryan Bomberger, telling the tale of two women, his mother and Margaret Sanger.

The difference between my mother and Margaret Sanger is simple: God. My mother’s life could have resulted in a path that saw human existence mired in misery. Instead, she saw beautiful Possibility. She didn’t see others as defective but deserving. She didn’t see marriage as a funding source to launch a cause, but a source of security and devoted love to unleash Purpose.
My mother’s life may not be immortalized in history books, but she has made history. She personifies strength, grace, wisdom, and most importantly, love. She (and my father, of course) have rewritten the narrative given to ten children who were wrongly thought to be “unwanted” and “unloved.” Margaret Sanger personified brokenness—a woman who couldn’t see the pieces she was making of millions of lives. Sanger thought her Birth Control Crusade would achieve perfection through destruction. My mom never claimed to want or be perfection, but she was the perfect one for ten adopted children whose lives are still unfolding, whose families are still growing, whose dreams are still coming true, and whose actions of love and compassion will be felt for generations.

Read the whole article - it's terrific!

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