Corrections · 4
Part 2
Until that day when I was watching The Simpsons. I was moved and inspired by their neighbor Ned who used his life savings to open a shop specialized in selling supplies for lefties like him. I realized that there’s no big difference between lefties and normal people and there’s nothing that we you0* can’t do as long as you want to. Then followed the great news1*.I was given a shot to play on the school team and this time the result turn out to be rather good because I’m a lefty. I started to feel that I was back on my feet and found my self-confidence back. I truly understand that people are unique individuals and life has entitled2*you the right to pursue your dream that nobody can deprived you of. Just follow the arrow of your heart wherever it points.
That was my3* story of how I regain my confidence. Life is like a continuing process of lost and found. For once you thought4* you lost it forever, but eventually it will come back to you. What’s more, you’ve gained a great deal on the road of finding it back again5*.
0* - for consistency - or - we can't do as long as we want to..
1* - more usual collocation - then came great news.
2* more usual - life has given you the right to
3* more usual fixed expression- That's the story of how...
4* sounds a bit strange - maybe- For although you may once have thought you had lost it forever it will still come back to you.
5* or- the road of getting it back.
Lost and found
At the age of ten, I took up an art courses only to be told that I was never going to get the direction of light right because I’m a left-handed. And just a week before that, my piano teacher had described my right hand fingers as being as stiff as matchsticks. I’ve always believed that I was to would be an artist since I was little as people around me kept encouraging me that I have a gift for it. And I have tried really hard to practice my right hand skills in/at playing the piano. However, these were this was the third time that I've had been turned down for the same reason in the past two years.My fragile self-confidence was like a house of cards caved in with under/due to the cruel denials. I was totally lost and overwhelmed by inferiority, thinking that I was born to be worse than others because I’m a lefty1*. I curled up in my own corner, never dared to try again, never dared to take one more step forward. I hesitated to express my ideas because I’m afraid to be was afraid of being scolded; I never picked up my pencils again because I’m afraid to be was afraid of being laugh at; every tapes on the keys was like walking on thin ice because I’m was afraid to perform it wrong.
1* lefty - is quite informal and to me sounds more like political leanings. I would have used left-handed. (and I'm left-handed myself)
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