When I was a senior in high school in a suburb of Philadelphia, two of my classmates got pregnant at the same time. It was 1970, before Roe v. Wade, and there were only two options—have the baby or find someone to perform an abortion.

As naive young women, what did we know about abortions other than it was a most frightening prospect? I don’t remember how we found someone to perform the abortions, but somehow we did.

A small group of us pooled all our money and put our friends on a train to Baltimore. I will never forget the fear we felt watching the train pull out of the station. Would our friends return healthy and without complications? What if our parents found out?

I vowed then that I would never allow anyone to be put in that situation again. I have supported freedom of choice ever since and will never stop.