I am a "lefty, lefthander, and south paw". I grew up in the early 1940's , You can figure out about how many times I have taken the Earths ride around the sun. Legend in my family is that one of my grandfathers had the same gene. I learned to live in a right handed world that really made no accommodation for this handicap. The only problem I really faced was one 4th grade teacher who was determined to get me to use my right hand. Her 18' ruler only inflicted pain, not change. My beautiful report card had a beautiful RED "D" for penmanship. Baseball was not fun, because very few of us had gloves. We shared... They shared, I played bare handed. Football, basketball and swimming were more fun Being left handed did not matter.While in high school I requested to be assigned to a music program When the teacher saw me filling out the request form he handed me a double bass ( bass fiddle) I asked why, his answer was when you hold the strings down you will be using your strong hand. You will get better sound. The volume was great, but the pitch was a disaster. My right arm had to move the other essential part of the music the bow. Enough said. The author points with pride at left handers achievements and I applaud his effort and his research across several centuries and into evolution. It is professional and should not be taken lightly I shared my copy with many children in my school. It did help them to view the world from a different perspective. To paraphrase Mr. deKay, "In my heart I know we are right”. Our battle cry sbould be "LEFT ON!!"
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