At the tender age of 17, I walked across this bridge, alone, into Downtown Pittsburgh, with $300 in my pocket that my mother had given me to get an abortion. I went into the Fulton Building (in the picture) and did what I was told to do. I didn't have a choice – if I did, I wouldn't have chosen abortion.

Check it out here: http://www.postabortionwalk.blogspot.com/