[Jim007]

After getting my knuckles smacked by a ruler all year in kindergarten. My first grade teacher, Sister Sibella, told me, that if God had wanted me to be right handed, I would be holding my pencil in my right hand. Since I was not, she had guessed that he wanted me to be left handed. And if that was OK with God, then it was OK with her, and should be OK with every one else as well. I left class that day with a broad smile on my face, and haven't stopped smiling since.