I voted in this election because I am pro-life. I know politically we’re supposed to separate politics from religion, but if I turn a blind eye, doesn’t that make me a bystander in the eyes of God? I view life, not as a minute on Earth, but an eternity in Heaven. With that being said, I will always try to live my life the Catholic way. Sometimes temptation may steer me wrong because I am not made in perfection, but I will always try to deal with life’s challenges with my religion as my guide.

I didn’t always view life as so precious. I’ve helped friends purchase plan B, told people they have my support if they go through with an abortion, and viewed pro-life supporters as old fashioned and cold hearted. Up until last year, when my mother convinced me to attend the March for Life in Washington D.C., initially, all I heard was a trip to the East Coast. Little did I know that this trip was going to change me, open my eyes, and bring me closer to my faith.

I heard stories from women who had abortions and women who lived through their mother’s failed abortions. My mother shared her story with me. Seeing and hearing all these women speak about how affected they were mentally by their experiences changed me. Most importantly, I felt no hate in their hearts as they spoke only words of sympathy for women who fell victim to abortion and for the unborn souls who never had a chance.

Now, I do not which bad upon anyone or judge anyone for having an abortion –  it is not my place. I just wish they knew of the many options available, the financial programs for mothers, crisis pregnancy centers, the parents who are on a waiting list to adopt a child, and the emotional support they have if they look further than just their home.

This election is so divided, and although I fear what may come from the Republican Party and the Democratic Party, I have to think of my religion – the foundation of my principles  –  and I vote life.