As a lefty, I learned very young that often one must accomodate to a right handed world. My first challenge was scissors, and then one piece chair/desks. In my work, I found that there were hammer blows that would work only one way, and once having to hand cut thirty pipes, I learned to saw with the right hand. Of my children, four out of six are left handed, one was ambi as a first grader, my oldest began to put tefillin on both ways, and the youngest was undecided until a therapist made her a righty, but she remains very right brained and artistic. We theorize that my FIL’s family who were all lost in the shoah, must have had a strong left gene pool.
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