By: Amy Lutz
When I was nine years old, my little brother Tony was born, but I got to know him long before his birth on October 10, 2000. Months earlier, I caught a glimpse of him for the first time, when I saw my growing little brother in a black and white sonogram picture.
Months before his birth, I could feel nothing but love for him. I felt an eternal connection with him long before I held him in my arms. By witnessing such purity in a child yet unscathed by the turbulent world, it was impossible not to see a glimmer of hope for the future. In a world that seems increasingly backward and hopeless, it’s nice to know that untainted goodness and innocence are still possible.Please read more on The College Conservative