My dad was right handed until age 28 when his right arm was ripped off just below the elbow while working on a running pump.
He had to learn everything over again with his left hand. He was a champion pool (billiards) player right handed, and he taught himself to be a champion pool player LEFT handed and ONE handed. He taught me to play, and taught me to play right handed, left handed, and one handed (right or left). When I was a kid, I was an amusement; adults would line up to get spanked on the pool table by a little kid who could take any shot, anywhere on the table, without a bridge.
My dad is pretty much a badass. He can do anything that anyone else can do, including drag racing a stick shift car. He puts a larger steering wheel on the car and actually reaches his arm thru the wheel to get at the gear shift. As recently as 10yrs ago his left (only) hand was strong enough to crush bones in your hand if he wanted to. He's getting old now and always lifting from one side has taken its toll on his back. His spine is twisted and he's in lots of pain all the time. Price paid for a life of manual labor, doing more work with half his body than usually done by two able bodied men. I've seen him move 55gal drums full of crushed oil filters around with no equipment.
He inspired me to look past limitations and find your inner motivation. He also inspired me not to abuse my body . I'm going to quit smoking.
What an incredible story- your dad is an exceptional man. Do you still stroke the baize? If so, you would make a killer pool hustler
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