Right to Life-Warren/Center Line

06/03/2026

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05/20/2026

We're celebrating America's 250th Birthday at Bid for Life. Winnie wants to know, "WHAT ARE YOU GONNA WEAR?"

Join us Tuesday, June 23, 2026 at Vintage House in Fraser. Get your tickets online at https://rtl.org/event/bid-for-life-auction-dinner/ See less

05/13/2026

Bid for Life! Auction and Dinner
The 34th Annual “Bid for Life!” Auction/Dinner will be held on Tuesday, June 23, 2026, at the Vintage House Banquet Hall located at 31816 Utica Rd., in Fraser. The theme this year is America’s 250th Birthday and Red, White, & Blue Dress is encouraged but not required. A prize will be given for the best dressed. Doors open at 5:30 pm, family style dinner served at 7:00 pm. Live and silent auctions, 50/50 raffle. Tickets are $55 per person or $400 for a table of 8. The proceeds benefit the Right to Life of Michigan Educational Fund. To make your reservation, donate an item or for more information call 586-774-6050, email [email protected] or visit https://rtl.org/event/bid-for-life-auction-dinner/ See less

02/03/2026

01/12/2026

Show Up!
Friday, February 6, 2026 for Warren/Center Line's annual Focus on Life Benefit Dinner. Doors open at 6:00 p.m. Dinner & program 7:00 p.m.
St. Josaphat Banquet Centre
26440 Ryan Road
Warren, MI 48091
$55 Individual
$500 Table of 10
www.rtl-warrencenterline.org

01/06/2026

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11/17/2025

For nine months my wife Brooklyn carried our baby boy. And for nine months we lived in a place between hope and heartbreak.

Early in the pregnancy we learned that something was terribly wrong. Around the third or fourth month the doctors told us our son had severe hydrocephalus. Fluid was building at such a terrifying speed that it was pushing everything else aside. The old name water on the brain sounded simple, but nothing about this was simple.

We were eventually sent to Cincinnati Childrens Hospital where some of the best fetal specialists in the country met with us. They gave us the kind of news no parent is ever ready to hear.

His condition was so extreme that they stopped measuring. The MRIs were heartbreaking. We were told there was a greater than ninety percent chance our son would either pass shortly after birth or survive with such profound cognitive impairment that a real life would never be possible.

We sat through conversations no mother or father should ever have. Talks about breathing tubes. About how long to try. About the moment we might have to say enough and let him go.

Brooklyn moved to Cincinnati to stay close to the hospital. I drove back and forth every week working and caring for our girls Sophie and Lily while trying to keep life steady even though everything around us felt like it was collapsing.

Then came July eighth.

Fifteen minutes before Brooklyns C section we sat with doctors again to talk about when we might have to remove life support and send our baby to heaven. Not if. When.

There are no words for that kind of pain.

And then Charlie Edward Schnarr entered this world crying.

A strong cry.
A loud cry.
A stubborn determined cry.

The most beautiful sound I have ever heard.

He stayed in the NICU until yesterday. And now we are home. Together. Holding him. Loving him. Watching him breathe. Watching him live.

He has mild ventricular enlargement that doctors will monitor but otherwise he is thriving. Eating. Stretching. Yawning. Gripping our fingers. Looking around at a world that was never supposed to be his.

The doctors have no explanation. Somehow his brain cleared the blockage on its own. They told us they have never seen that happen in a case this severe. The word that echoed through the NICU from nurses with decades of experience and specialists with world class training was the same one again and again.

Miracle.

Divine intervention.

Those were their words. Not ours.

We know thousands of people were praying for our son. Family. Friends. Co workers. Strangers who had never met us. I believe with everything in me that God heard those prayers. That He placed His hand on Charlie. That He said not this child.

And I will spend the rest of my life thanking Him.

To every person who prayed for us and lifted us when we were too exhausted to stand thank you. Every message every whisper every intention mattered more than you know.

Prayer is real.
God is real.
And miracles still happen.

With a full and grateful heart

11/07/2025