Let me tell you something very personal. You see my right hand? That hand has been a struggle for me as long as I can remember. ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ When I was born, I didn’t get enough oxygen, which caused epileptic seizures during my first few days as a new born child. I’m glad and grateful it only resulted in just some damage on the left side of my brains, causing a -what doctors call- motor disorder. Easiest way to explain it: I can’t move my right hand properly.⁣ ⁣ ⁣ But even boys with silly right hands can fall in love with playing the piano. And even though it led to a lot of frustration from time to time - especially when trying to learn Chopin and fast classical stuff like that- I NEVER gave up. ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ I guess I wanted to be a musician so bad, even though nature didn’t really give me the right tools, I still did what was necessary to learn how to play the piano. I made up my own chords, my own way of playing them and I’m proud to say that a lot of people like to hear me play nowadays. They often say it’s sounds special...⁣ ⁣ Maybe that’s the best way to describe my right hand from now on. He’s special. 😂 ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ Keep doing what you love doing. Always. And don’t give up.🖤