I Salute Left Handers...With My Left Hand

Today is International Left Handers Day.  In the past (like 4 years ago) that would have meant as much to me as National Celery Day (I made that up.  Who would make a day to honor the stalk of the devil?).  But, I have reasons to raise my hand up and salute you this fine day!  For the record, I am raising my left hand; raising my right hand to honor this day would be offensive...and a little confusing.

See, 4 years ago we welcomed our little princess into the world.  And it soon became clear that she would be a left hander, or a west-paw, as some of you know it.  Wait, maybe that was south-paw??  If we had any doubt as to her hand of choice, breaking her right arm sealed the deal!  Nothing like having to put your child's arm in a sling during her formative years to help make her decision.  Although, putting her arm in a sling suddenly made her mom and I parents of the year.  Especially when we would put that arm in her shirt so she wouldn't mess with it.  Basically, it looked like we had a one armed baby.  Man, did we get sympathy.  Hmmmm, I wonder where that sling is now.  I am just kidding.  Well, no, I am just kidding...

The other reason why I choose to celebrate "not right hander's day" is because my left hand became very important to me in the last 4 years.  Because of my stroke and the initial effects of it, I had to use my left hand to offset the weakness in my right hand.  I became so used to using my left hand, that it has become my go to hand, even after I regained all feeling in my right hand.  Wow, I just retread what I had typed and all of this right hand/left hand talk is making me sound like a politician!  I type today using my left hand, I drink coffee with my left hand and I even make my pencils fly like rockets using my left hand.  Uhhhhh, forget that last item...

So, all of you left handers, I salute you, with my right hand.  Wait, I mean my left hand.  Oh forget it!!