Only about 10 years ago did I realize what an amazing gift it is to be able to open a book and read it..... comprehend it.... and even some (or many, in my case) to become "one" with. That's not to say that all books I choose are easy reads for me.... I'm reading a church book right now that I absoulutely adore, even though it's a total bugger on my thought process and exhausts my brain to the point I just want to nap after a few pages. Still, I feel great comfort when I see it from across the room and a small thrill when I go to my marked page and begin my new learn. I guess what I'm trying to say (though my 'flight of thought' is all over the place today) is that I will never take reading or books for granted. I still have the first book I ever read completely through with no help or guidance..... I remember sitting next to my grandma, proudly turning the pages and making no mistakes, while she patiently and intently listened and t