I think “Lefty” should be my nickname because it fits my politics and handwriting. The grade school nuns didn’t break me and those on the right only convince me more that left field is the best place to hit the ball.
What I’m left with is my right-handed bowling which I never understood but it just felt, well, right. Which brings to the last word, right. “You were right” is an affirmation we all like to hear as though “You were left” meant being wrong. Jesus enjoys the rights of sitting not left of God and owning the copyright to that position. “No Child Left Behind” was a hopeful use of that hand even if it was created from the right to right the course of education.
When I left for work this morning, I happily made more left turns than right ones just to prove my point. What’s left of my little tale is my grandmother called me Linkshänder because my left hand never quite made it on those stupid right-handed grade school desks.