The other night, while watching the nightly news, I heard the newsman announce that the next featured story of the night was to be about lefties. That would be me!

The other night, while watching the nightly news, I heard the newsman announce that the next featured story of the night was to be about lefties. That would be me!

Right away, he definitely got my attention. Three commercials later, when the news finally came back on, Brian Williams announced that after conducting the latest scientific findings about why 10 percent of the population is left-handed, researchers have concluded that left-handedness concurs when there is a disturbance in the womb or brain damage (no matter how slight) occurring before, during or shortly after birth.

Just what I wanted to hear while drinking my cup of green tea and relaxing after a taxing day! I guess this means that one of my dearest friends has been right about me all these years. Since we were in grade school together, she has repeatedly told me, “You’re not right! There’s something wrong with you!”

This is one of those comments she makes whenever I want to do something a little out of the ordinary, or confess to her that I already have done something. She and I are polar opposites. She seldom approves of anything I do, but she loves hearing me relate to her about the messes I get myself into.

Who knew (besides my closest friends) that I’ve been walking around with a birth defect all my life? I decided to conduct my own research on the subject, and I found to my dismay that it is thought that mothers who were stressed out during their pregnancies also give birth to more left-handed babies.

I don’t know what was happening in my mother’s life back then, but she was 39 years old, with three almost grown children, when she discovered that she and my father were about to have another blessed event in their lives. (That would be me!)

I can only imagine that she probably would have preferred both a root canal and a colonoscopy as opposed to having another child at her age. Nevertheless, I showed up, and life for them as well as my older siblings was never quite the same after that.

I can remember my mother often telling me that from the time I was born I was obstinate and insisted on my own way. Each time she gave me a bottle, I would automatically switch it from my right to my left hand. The same was true with a spoon and later a fork. Ambidextrous, I wasn’t!

My siblings always treated me as though I didn’t have brain-one. Now I know why. They probably already knew back then that I had a serious birth defect: left-handedness. All three of them were born normal, and right-handed.

I have to admit, there are some things that I do a little differently than others. After all, this is a right-handed world, and I’m bucking the system every time I try to do things the way a left-handed person would do them.
And I have to admit that I am a more than a little scatter-brained.

Just last Saturday, while shopping at one of my favorite places, our local meat market, I picked up a plastic container of peanut butter crunch to take to my sister who had just had a serious fall. It was sitting among the other tubs of candy on the display shelf next to the checkout. I didn’t bother reading the label. After all, peanut butter crunch is peanut butter crunch.
Later on, when I stopped by to give this to my sister, she opened it up to try a few pieces.

“I hope it’s not too hard,” I told her.

“Well, it is hard, but it’s not sweet, either. It tastes really strange!” she told me.

Grabbing the lid of the tub, I read the printing on the side of the tub. The label read: sesame sticks with garlic.

It looked exactly like peanut butter crunch to me! Who knew? I suppose I should have looked at the label before purchasing it, but that’s probably what a right-handed person would have done. We lefties are a trusting bunch. If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck it’s probably a duck; right?

Wrong!! It’s sesame sticks with garlic!

Many children born with birth defects can be rehabilitated, but I guess in my case it’s a bit late for that. I’ll just have to continue to struggle on through life with my imperfect, left-handed brain.

After all, not everyone can be born perfect (and right-handed).
Lefties of the world: Unite!!