It’s early on a fall Saturday morning, temperatures just barely above freezing. As I pull into the entrance next to A Woman’s Choice, the abortion facility in Greensboro, I’m met by a wall of thirty rainbow-colored vests—the abortion center escorts. Mixed among them, I see Greensboro Pregnancy Care Center’s team of Sidewalk Advocates in bright
Rachel’s* thoughts raced as she drove down the busy street in Greensboro. She almost missed her turn, but her eyes were drawn to people wearing colorful vests. She pulled in, scanned the unfamiliar parking lot, and tried to figure out where to go. A woman with a kind face approached Rachel’s car and motioned for
She stepped onto the mobile unit on a Wednesday afternoon, her face coated with a sheen of sweat—whether from the heat or anxiety, we couldn’t tell. A pregnancy test. A positive result. A long, tense conversation. Reasons why it was the wrong time, the wrong place…the wrong everything. Fear and uncertainty. And yet, something was
