We pulled up to our family’s church, and my mom and daddy helped me out of the van. This was a very special evening. Satan tried his best to keep me home, but I made it. I officially entered the 2025 “Night to Shine” at Pleasant View Baptist Church, Port Deposit, Maryland.
Two gentlemen kindly held both doors open as my daddy pushed me inside. I had asked daddy to be my “date” this year, and he obliged. Really, I just wanted him to share in this special night and see how great it is.
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I am always rushing, never fast enough; I am a slow girl in a fast-paced world. Tonight is different, though. I can just be me, I’m enough. Everyone is clapping and cheering for me as I drive into the church, and it sure does make me feel special.
It’s refreshing because I haven’t been out of the house in months, aside from occasional hospital visits at John Hopkins Medical Center. It seems like every time I turn around, I’m either not feeling well, or my wheelchair is broken again. Of course, anything medical takes forever to get fixed.
Normally, when I do venture out into society, for the most part, I feel overlooked or ignored. I have to work so hard just to be seen and treated like a human.
EDITOR’S NOTE — This story was written by Amber Stewart and originally published by the Baptist Convention of Maryland/Delaware.
