Reading

So, I ran into a former student while waiting to see my doctor on Friday afternoon. I was sitting with the kiddo, we were laughing over a Canadian Geographic magazine, when the young man sitting opposite us said, "You used to teach at Wascana, didn't you?"

I look at him, took a moment, then greeted him by name.

He regaled me with all the horrible things that have happened to him physically, but the one thing he said that pleased me was, "I left partway through the year. You were reading us "The Hobbit". I am so sorry I missed the end of that book. It was so good!"

Yes, it was good. It is good. Reading is good. Ten years later, and this young man still remembered a book I read to them. I'm doing something right.