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This letter was my father's reply to Planned Parenthood’s request for a donation.
October 20, 2000
James T. Roderick, President/CEO Planned Parenthood of North Texas, Inc. 7424 Greenville Avenue – Suite #206 Dallas, TX 75231-4534
Dear Mr. Roderick,
I’m in receipt of you fund-raising letter which rails against “anti-family planning, anti-choice politicians vote(ing) to severely restrict reproductive rights”.
I don’t expect you – or anyone one in your office – to read this. Mainly, because I’m not sending you any money.
But, I feel I have to reply. Unburden myself of some things:
First of all, I’m not a particularly religious man. Seldom attend church. But, I do believe that there’s a being who knows much better than you and I – and who has a positive right to preside over such things. We do not! I don’t! And you don’t!
I am the proud father of seven children! And the oldest four grew up – for the most part – in a positive hovel, in Metuchen, New Jersey. When the three oldest boys were ten-years-old, each of them had paper routes. They were always out shoveling snow, mowing lawns, etc. etc. etc.
I worked five jobs at one time – went almost three years without a day off – in an attempt to support them (which I did not do very well)! It took me six years to get my family out of that rat trap. One of the most frustrating periods of my life.
The long workdays were no big deal for me! They did not ask to be born.
Most of the burden fell upon the shoulders of my wife. I was only home three and four hours a day – and spent them asleep. She had to be mother, father, counselor – and everything else – to the kids.
In those days, we were Catholic – and we’d bought the Church’s entire no-birth-control policy.
There were four years between Kid Number-Four and Kid Number-Five. During those years, we “did nothing different”! God, we felt, knew that we couldn’t handle a fifth child during those years. (He, most assuredly, was not wrong!)
When my wife became pregnant with Number-Five, we were certain that things would look up – inasmuch as God had, at last, decided that we would be able to handle another child. We were de-lighted! (A year later, Kid Number-Six was on her way. The “baby” – 34-years-old now – came two years later.)
At no time did we consider terminating any one of the pregnancies! It was never a consideration!
There were times when we had our doubts, of course, of the efficacy of the Church’s position. But, if we’d have had fourteen (ORG!) – somehow they’d have gotten clothed and fed. Not very well, most assuredly, but – somehow, some way – they’d have gotten clothed and fed.
Long after those “uncomfortable” years, I’ve – long-since – decided that they were not all that “un-comfortable”! Things were tight. There were times when my wife had to bake bread. Once, I had to sell a pint of blood to put food on the table. Times when I didn’t have a car, and my oldest son – who was 11-years-old at the time – would go out every night and collect from one or two customers on his Newark Star Ledger route, so that I’d have bus fare from Metuchen to New Brunswick.
Their mother would echo the same sentiment, but – as things have turned out – we are the most blest parents in the history of the world. I live in a nice house, on a beautiful lake, in East Texas. The house belongs to Number-Two Son. He and his wife are letting me live my “Golden Years” (I am almost 69-years-old) up here. They have also given me a car.
My Number-One son bought me this wonderful computer and got me on The Internet, as well as the whole E-Mail thing. He has taken me on a Caribbean cruise and on a vacation to Hawaii. He sends me money every month. He has taken his mother on numerous cruises and vacations.
My former wife lives in a townhouse provided by Number-Two Son – and drives a car provided by Number-One Son. She works for the latter. (I worked for Number-Two Son’s company for the last 11 years of my “other life” – known as “gainful employment”. Worked, actually, for Number-Two Daughter, who’s executive vice prez.)
I’ve never been happier in my life! The same goes for the kids’ mother! The kids turned out magnificently! Not just “well” – but, magnificently!
Let me tell you – and their mother says the same thing – I would not have changed one thing!
If you’ve gotten this far, you have my thanks. No money from me – but, my sincere thanks.
Warmest regards,
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