When I was in grade school, long before I truly understood the limitations of my vision, I wanted to be a doctor. I don't know if it was a heartfelt desire, or the dreaming big desire of a child that still thinks of things in a very grand manner. Doctor sounds big. Teacher sounds big. Almost anything sounds grand to a kid.

I remember one time playing some game with family members of a woman that had once been married to my uncle, her brother I think. I can't recall the game, but I was about 12 or so. I think future wishes came up in conversation, and this adult, this mean man, told me that because of my eyesight (and gawd knows what else), I wasn't good enough to be a doctor (or much of anything else).

I recall taking great offense and saying something along the lines of being good enough for anything.

I should remember that rising gall a little more often.

He was truly illegitimae, that one.