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Born to a long-term alcoholic, ENDING my life would NOT have been an act of compassion. - but adoption was.

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My name is Carla, but I wasn't born Carla. I was born Sara and I’m from Dublin ,  Ireland.  My birth mother was a raging alcoholic, who chose life for me in 1988, even though she couldn't master her addiction. I was conceived in an abusive relationship. My mother’s drinking was quite unhealthy, but she was incredibly brave to have given me life. And as hard as it was, I know she did the right thing. My adoptive parents are wonderful and have never given up on me, even though I was a difficult child. From the age of 17, I began my own battle with alcoholism, which through the years got ugly. In 2013, on the 26th of December, I had invited over a friend I had known since I was about 10 years old. For some odd reason we began talking about my adoption. I don't know what led us to talk about it that day, but life was about to take a journey on a crazy rollercoaster. Within an hour of talking about my adoption, with help from my adoptive mother putting together piece

Miracle on the Street: Baby is born after her mother dies in run over accident

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Written by  Esteban   Pittaro for  Aleteia Translated for Life Defenders  by Ana Correa The  police  officer  who found her: “ God was there with us to give us the necessary  wisdom  in a  m oment  like this”. “I want the baby to be named Milagros (Miracles in Spanish) , because that is what she was.God was there with us every moment”. That is how  s he  summarized the  amazing  event  witnessed by   officer  Emilce   IramaĆ­n , who discovered  what according to her and to the doctors, can only be considered a miracle.  On Friday night, while patrolling the city of Buenos Aires (Argentina), at the corner of routes 8 and 202, in San Miguel,  Emilce  and her partner, Gonzalo, noticed that a truck had run over  a pedestrian.   When they approached,  Emilce   saw  the lifeless body of a woman, but  noticed that something was moving inside her pants.  The woman, who had passed away seconds before, was giving birth.   Right there on the street.  Emilce’s  partner cut traffic,