My Dad was a southpaw. He told me of the many times he would get the yardstick cracked across his knuckles, arm,back or whatever other body part the sadist (teacher) chose to hit just because he was writing with his left hand. Fortunately for me I am right handed.
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That which does not kill us, makes us stronger.
We the willing, led by the unsure, have done so much with so little, for so long, that we are now qualified to do anything with nothing.
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