It was one of those mornings when I felt a strong urge not to carry out my mission of distributing literature. (Satan doesn't miss an opportunity.) I had hurt my knee and I was going into new territory where there is always a greater uneasiness. I finally won the battle through prayer, reasoning that I could stop my work at anytime if my knee bothered me. I was headed for Stanislaus University where I decided to leaflet some of the parking areas on the school campus which frequently are challenged by security guards.
     The first person I handed a packet to that morning was a female black student in her thirties. She walked a little ahead of me, and we carried on a conversation about the literature as we entered the parking lot area. She told me her niece, who lived in an Eastern state, had the baby out of wedlock when she was 13 years old. Now she is pregnant again, and she is talking about an abortion this time. I immediately suggested that this woman send our literature to her niece, mentioning that when we receive calls on our hot line, women change their minds about 40% of the time when they see the literature. She said she thought it was a good idea and was going to do it. We talked about how an abortion affects a woman for years afterwards. The woman remarked: "I agree - they never get over it."
     "Well," I said, "that isn't exactly true. When a woman finds God -- has a relationship with Jesus Christ -- if she has had an abortion she can experience a spiritual healing."

     By then I had forgotten all about my knee as I busily engaged in leafleting the cars. Every once in a while I handed the literature to a student sitting in the front seat of his car or walking toward the university. After handing a packet to a girl about 20 years old, she accepted it, then came back a few minutes later, cigarette in one hand and the packet in the other. "You can have this back." she said angrily. "This issue doesn't concern me. It doesn't concern my friends either," she said, implying that they weren't having abortions.

     "But you should be concerned about this issue," I told her. "Do you realize that over 4,000 babies are killed by abortion every day? If you're not concerned about abortion being morally wrong, you should have another look at the economic effect it is having that will affect you directly! Right now our population is aging, and we soon won't have enough young people to support the elderly. Right now if we took away all the people in California from foreign lands, there would be a lot of empty houses," I told her.

     As she started to walk away from me, I called after her: "If you saw someone robbing a bank, would you call the police to stop them?" She paused for a few seconds and then continued walking. "Well, that's what I'm doing today," I said in a raising voice. "I am figuratively 'calling the police' - letting everyone know how wrong abortion is."

     About five minutes later she returned - this time without the cigarette - and told me she just wanted to let me know that she would call the police and that she felt abortion was wrong. "What about rape?" she asked. "I was date raped two times. I don't know what I would have done if I had gotten pregnant."

     "The baby is innocent," I answered. "You know the baby doesn't have to go through life with a "MARK" on him. I told her that a woman approached me one day several years ago saying she just wanted to let me know that she had a normal, happy life even though she was a result of her father raping her mother.

     This young girl who had had an angry look when she first approached me seemed to be completely turned around. She told me after about five minutes of talking that she would try to stop abortion by speaking to people and telling them how wrong it is.

     After leafleting about 200 cars and then just a few more to go, I observed a security guard driving a few hundred feet away from me. I immediately put the literature I had in my hand into my totebag and "silently stole away" from the campus.

It was an eighty-degree spring day which took me to the city of Stockton thirty minutes away from my Modesto home. My plans were to pass out literature to Edison High students at their 11:24 lunch break and then go on to the University of the Pacific a few miles up the freeway on Interstate 5.

     Just about all the students were receptive to the material at Edison High. One girl came back and asked for an extra packet "for her teacher." I began to talk to her and her two companions and ended up by asking them to distribute some of the packets inside the school. They willingly accepted the literature.

     One Hispanic boy sitting on the curb along with a half dozen others was outspokeningly pro-life. He called abortion "murder." I described in detail to him what happens during the partial birth abortion, and he was shocked by my account. He told me he is Catholic. A few minutes later I was talking to another student and left out a few details of partial birth abortion. "Hey," the Hispanic boy said to me: "You left out the part about the scissors and sucking out the brain."

     I questioned the students about the afternoon dismissal. They told me just where the kids walked out and the dismissal time. I then planned to return later in the day.

     I was soon on my way to the University of the Pacific, parked my car along the street and leafleted approximately 325 cars, some on the campus but most of them on the street. I also handed a few packets to students walking to and from their classes.

     I left in time to return to Edison High for their 2:03 dismissal time. When I arrived, there were about six big yellow school busses already parked on the street. I got out of my car and immediately began distributing literature to the kids. Some of them were already standing there before the bell rang. I stood in the area where the lunchtime students told me the kids would be exiting, and soon they came out - in Droves!! There were so many coming toward me that I missed half of them, doing all I could do to move my hands faster. Some of the kids called to me from the bus windows asking for literature. The pro-life Hispanic boy flashed a bright smile as he passed by.

     I could hear the bus driver sitting in the first bus talking to someone on the telephone or walkie-talkie: "Graphic pictures ... distributing literature to the children, etc. ..." she was saying. I thought she was talking to someone inside school to let them know I was there (but maybe she called the police I thought afterwards.)

     A few minutes later I turned around and was confronted by a tall, black male police officer about 30 years old who greeted me in a rude manner with the words: "What are you doing here?"
     "I'm distributing materials to the students - exercising my right of free speech," I quickly informed him.
     "What's your name?" he curtly demanded.
     "I'm sorry," I said. "I don't have to give you my name. I'm doing nothing wrong - just exercising my free speech rights" I said again.
     "She won't give me her name," he called in on a microphone he was holding. "She's distributing graphic pictures to these children."

     Just about that time a boy called me from a nearby driveway from the driver's seat of the car asking me for the literature. I took about six steps away from the police officer to comply with his request. The policeman immediately started screaming at me: "Don't walk away from a police officer when he's talking to you! You stay here until I tell you to leave!" he yelled. Again, he described this incident to someone at the other end of the line. I told this policeman in no uncertain terms that he had no right to ask me for my name, "no right to try to stop me when I'm distributing literature. I thought this was a democracy. You're depriving me of my free speech rights!" I proclaimed.

     Soon the policeman was joined by another police officer - a white male about 5' 10" who also had an attitude problem. He mentioned gettng permission from the school to distribute literature. I told him I didn't need permission. I then asked both of them if they believed in abortion. Their facial expressions gave them away as they obviously were not pro-life. I told them about the over 4,000 babies dying every day and that they should be trying to stop abortion instead of bothering me. I then told them that this harassment by the police made them wide open to a lawsuit. I deliberately stared at the white policeman's name badge as I threatened suit.
     There was an immediate change in attitude. (The public sidewalk is a strong Constitutionally protected place to distribute literature and the police know this. Threat of a personal lawsuit usually makes them back down.) In the meantime, a third police officer had appeared who said nothing.

     "Well, you can leave if you want to now," the black officer said. "We've questioned you and that's all we wanted to do." I was beginning to be amused at the dramatic change coming over these two guys when a lawsuit was mentioned. The black officer started to smile and asked to see the information from the California Attorney General's office which I was trying in vain to point out during his harassment of me. I read aloud the first paragraph: "If adults come to school for the purpose of handing out leaflets or otherwise engaging students in dialogue concerning political, religious or economic matters or other questions of public concern - they are exercising their right of free speech..."

     I told both of them I was here to distribute these materials because the students are not taught the pro-life message in schools. "When these kids are having sex, you can't call them 'children' anymore" I said in response to their use of the word "children." I looked both of them in the eyes and said, "Your harassment of me has been very bad, and I could sue both of you individually and also the Police Department."
     "Hey, you're the one harassing us," the black officer said. "You're threatening to sue us!"
     I looked at their cowed faces and felt sorry for them. "But I'm not going to sue you," I added.
     The black officer then asked me if he "could keep the Attorney General's information, saying it would be "good reading."
     A half minute later three police cars disappeared around the corner, I then distributed literature to a few students who were still standing around, picked up some packets that had been tossed on the sidewalk and was soon headed back to Modesto.

It was St. Valentine's Day as I was passing Modesto College East on my way to Modesto High. Suddenly, a young woman appeared in the street about 15 feet from my car. I jammed on my brakes, narrowly missing her. To my right was another car which had apparently stopped in a similar fashion. I immediately noticed this tall girl with long brunette hair was about five months pregnant. I looked around me to see if there was a crosswalk in sight and there was none. "What in the world?" I said audibly in response to her banging on the rear of my car. I turned around and saw that her face was distorted with hate as she gave me "the finger" as I gave her a questioning look.
     "Such an experience has all the earmarks of Satan," I thought to myself as I drove away. "I never saw this girl before in my life yet she hates me." I became keenly aware once again of the great importance of our work at the schools. "Whose lives am I going to impact today?" I thought, causing this Satanic attack. Similar experiences in the past have made me very much aware of the Devil's interest in my work.
     Five minutes later I parked my car in a student parking lot across the street from Modesto High, arriving at 1:30 PM, thinking that I was a half hour early to leaflet cars parked across from the school. I immediately discovered the kids had an early dismissal that day and they were already being dismissed. I combined leafleting cars with handing information out to the students as they crossed the parking lot.
     I noticed a large number of students -- much more than usual -- were doing strange things to their hair. For the first time I saw the girls picking up the fad. One girl had completely shaved her head leaving a small patch of hair like bangs in front, which was colored purple.
     When one kid said he was pro-choice in response to my handing him literature, the boy sitting across from him began to argue with him telling him how wrong he was. I said, "God tells us Thou Shalt Not Kill. If you want to have a murderous heart, go ahead, but you know where you're heading, don't you?" The boy who defended the pro-life position answered the question: "Hell," he said to the other boy.
     A trio of boys were standing on a ledge on the side of the school building as I approached them. When I handed them the literature, one very tall heavyset kid began to yell: "Hey, there's a picture of a dead baby in here." I heard him continue to yell angrily as I crossed the street to reach another parking lot. (As he yelled, another student shouted, "PRO LIFE! PRO LIFE!") "Hey, that Chevy is my car" he hollered. "Don't put that on my car!" I ignored him and continued to leaflet the cars.
     I approached another group of boys in the parking lot. Almost immediately a boy came up to me with the literature in his hand. "Hey," he said, "these pictures are awful. You shouldn't be showing us these pictures."
     "If you think these pictures are so awful," I answered, "why don't you start helping me fight abortion? Why is a picture more important than the fact of abortion? Just throw it away if you don't want to look at it."
     I then began a conversation with one boy who kept insisting you weren't killing the baby when you had an abortion - that it wasn't alive until birth.
     "If it's not really alive," I said, "then don't do anything. Just wait nine months and see what happens." Then he got on the subject of evolution.
     "I'm going to tell you something," I said to him. "Just remember this: You're made in the image of God and that makes you important. That makes you valuable and it makes me valuable too. The girl who has an abortion is a taker," I said. "Only givers can really be happy. The rapist is a taker too," I said (in response to his comment of rape being an excuse for abortion), "but the baby is innocent. Remember - hold on to this thought - You Are Made In The Image Of God!" I pulled a Happy St. Valentine's Day tract out of my totebag and said, "I want to give you something. This is a true story of St. Valentine." When he refused to take it, the boy standing next to him extended his hand.
     As I returned to my car, I approached three girls heading for the parking lot. When I handed them the literature, they all said they were pro-life.
     "Keep this for a girl who is pregnant," I told them.
     "I'll need at least five of them" one girl joked. I handed her some additional packets.
     As I drove back home, I remembered the narrow experience I had when I passed Modesto College and felt a little uneasy. As I put on my right directional and started turning, the car behind me began to toot its horn in a very unfriendly manner. Apparently, it had come close to hitting me. Reaching home, I got out of my car to check the directional lights and found out that both the right and left brake lights were completely out.