Jesus Saw Me on the Swing

Photo by Raúl Nájera on Unsplash

There is a small park where I used to go to think. I was 26 and living with my parents at the time. The park was about a half-mile from their house, and I would drive my mobilized scooter there. (Yes, like the scooters old people drive. I have cerebral palsy, and the DMV hasn’t trusted me behind the wheel of a car yet!)

It was a rough time for me. I had just gone through a bad breakup, and it was made worse by an…