Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around — nobody big, I mean — except me. And I standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they’re running and the don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be. I know it’s crazy.
~J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye
Today, a lady that I go to church with sent me a message. In it she mentioned a conversation she had with her son this past weekend while he was home from college in which he told her that he had recently changed his position on abortion. His lack of personal knowledge on the topic had led him to take a neutral approach. But then something I had posted on my Facebook page made him research this issue a bit. He now finds abortion appalling and heartbreaking and came to the disturbing realization that, had his mom not been pro-life, he could have been aborted.
I read Catcher in the Rye 13 years ago, but only now do I truly understand what Holden Caulfield meant in the above quote.