Hmm, well let's ask a poor child born to an unmarried mother about his experience. I was born in a Catholic hospital, where abortion was out of the question. M

Hmm, well let's ask a poor child born to an unmarried mother about his experience. I was born in a Catholic hospital, where abortion was out of the question. My father refused to marry my mother, so she felt she didn't have a "choice", and wept many tears as she "voluntarily" signed the papers to relinquish custody to the State, placing me for adoption. I was adopted by Catholic parents who ensured I received the Sacraments regularly, as well as religious instruction and we attended Mass always. They sent me to Catholic schools run by religious orders whose mission and charism involves caring for the poor, needy, and marginalized. These religious orders (including Irish sisters) upheld my dignity, respected me and my classmates, and they demonstrated in tangible ways how much God loves us. They did all of this while giving me a top-notch education, often at discounted tuition or on scholarship as necessary to keep me in school. When I was homeless, unemployed and penniless, the Society of St. Vincent de Paul met my material needs and helped me survive long lonely nights with a few meals and kind words. I dunno, if anyone ever made me feel like trash, it wasn't the Catholic Church. Quite the opposite. Username checks out.