I don’t know if I was left when I was born, but I know I was left in school. Left at the blackboard, left at my desk.
Left as in leftie. Left-handed. A Southpaw.
When I was younger, I enjoyed being left. It made me different. At times, it was also awkward but I never wished I wasn’t a leftie.
Did you know that only about 10% of the population is left-handed?
I don’t know how they classified these folks because I can do quite a number of things with my right hand. I can use scissors and cut with the best of them. I bat right-handed. I throw a ball with my right hand, too.
But . . .
I do write with my left hand; use a fork with my left hand and a sewing needle too.
I wonder if that statistic also applies to the alien population. Some people think lefties are aliens.
Why, oh why, am I sharing this with you? Now of all times? We’ve been able to get through every post I have written and I have never had to venture into these waters before. Alas, the time has arrived.
Today is National Left Handers Day.
I don’t think there is a Right Handers Day. Left Handers Day is like having a Mother’s Day or a Father’s Day. I once asked my mom why didn’t they have a “Kids Day” and she replied, “Every day is kids’ day.” So maybe every day is Right Handers Day? Which one are you?
No matter. To me you are all special whether you are left-handed, right-handed or if you are in the 1% that is ambidextrous.
Have a Happy National Left Handers Day! Go and hug your favorite leftie!