Okay, I am a leftie! A proud member of a mistreated minority!
(Notice...that dude has his LEFT thumb up!!!)
All the days of my life I've been teased, chastized and attempted to conform to the Rightie World. I had a kind and caring
in grade school who understood my dilemma in life and cured me of that Leftie Hook when I write. Like others though, I still must face that stigma of ink smeared on my hand everytime I write. I never could play baseball/softball well and have felt shame for it my whole life.
But thanks to a loving and caring mother
I learned to be proud of my Leftie life as she disclosed to me that she was a "closet leftie" having been forced to conform to the societal norm of the 1940s when she moved from a one room school house (where she was free to be herself) to the city (where the teacher reprimanded her repeatedly for her wrong doing.)
I must admit that there have been times when I became a switch-hitter...using my right hand for my benefit. Ah, the best was when I was student teaching...I grew weary of changing the chalk to write Spanish verb endings in a different color...so I used my left hand for the verb stem and the right for the verb endings.
The gasps could be heard from the students...well, at least one...the class troublemaker was shocked and never spoke to me after that day...I was a freak! I have since returned to my natural, dominant tendency...I am a leftie for life!

All the days of my life I've been teased, chastized and attempted to conform to the Rightie World. I had a kind and caring




