VindicationI have always had a book in my hand. I read all through my labor with my first daughter, and even when I learned I'd need a c-section, I kept reading, and I made the nurse bring me my book in recovery.
As a child, of course this sort of thing earned me a great deal of ridicule. Not that I cared, but it did get tiresome (almost as tiresome as jokes about my first name).
One afternoon, while waiting for the bus, a lady came and sat down beside me. I, of course, was reading. Out of nowhere, she started talking.
"I bet you get a lot of flak for reading all the time, don't you?" I allowed that this was true. "Well, don't stop reading! Read all you can. I am illiterate. I'm trying to learn how to read so I can get my driver's license. It's hard to learn when you are an adult. Keep up what you are doing, it's good."
And then she got on her bus and left.