My problem was I was cross-dominant, an odd brain condition where I did power movement with my right side and all my fine motor skills on the left. I had all the classic symptoms such as difficulty learning to read, very poor handwriting, and a biting wit. Actually, the wit part isn't a symptom of cross-dominance but it sounds good. I have often thought it was because of the difficulties I had learning certain tasks that made me so curious about learning and performance and helped make me a pretty good coach and trainer.
As I grew older I got better and better at just using the best hand for whichever skill I was learning and thought it kinda cool that I used both hands, but my heart was still with the lefties. I'll never forget my high school English teacher, thinking herself quite clever, asking the class why I was sinister. Sinister? Me? Mr. Class Clown?
OK, fine, sinister also means on the left side, a term used in conjunction with us lefties; ah, but she didn't call the righties "dexter," even though dexter means on the right. Anyway, I did fine in English without further trauma and eventually found myself in the Academy.
While I used my right hand to strike, swing a bat, and shoot a rifle, I could shoot a pistol with either hand and had to pick a side…literally. Since my dominant shooting eye was on my right, I chose the right. I did find it amusing to watch others trying to shoot with their non-dominant side, since I had spent a lifetime changing hands while normal Southpaws and Righties had spent their lives neglecting their sad hand on the other side of the brain.
Then came the day I was looking into the eyes of mostly right-handed cadets and realized I had to get these folks to learn to shoot effectively with the other side of their body. I remembered when I had broken a finger in my left hand and had to write for the next few weeks with my right one. Good Lord was that frustrating! Even with my left hand my handwriting was terrible, but with my right it was not only nearly impossible to read but painstakingly slow to do as well. It was only with constant repetition that my right hand eventually wrote without me having to think about every letter and actually became more legible than with my left.