Despair Can’t Swim

"Why exactly are we doing this?" "Because swimming makes me feel good."

****2017****

"Holy shit. It's so damned cold,” I bleated as my thin pajama-clad rump hit the freezing car seat at 5:30 a.m.

"Language, Dad," my fifteen-year-old autistic son, Noah said to me from the backseat.

"Why does swim team practice have to be so early?" I asked him. My fingers were now curled angrily around the icy steer…