The wind howled like a hound as Lisa tightened her right hand around the cold steel of the railings. She was dangling over the edge of the tall building where she worked, exposed to the cruel gusts of air. It was a long story how she got here, but that will have to wait until later. She was more concerned about trying to stay alive; she needed to get her free left hand onto a railing so she could shift the strain from her aching right arm. She tried to swing against the gale to stretch for the lifesaving railing, but the wind was fighting against her. Her fingertips brushed the metal pole, but failed to grab hold. She swung away and then headed back towards the railing again, her left hand outstretched. She nearly pulled her arm out of her socket trying to reach the shaft of the railing. Her right hand, that was keeping her from falling began to slip and lose its grip; the sweat in her palm made her hand slide down the railing until it slipped off the pole. She felt like she was falling, but, just in time, her left hand grabbed the railing and clung tightly. Now she was hanging by her left arm and her right arm was free, outstretched in the gusty gale that blew around the fortieth floor of this skyscraper. At least she was still alive; she knew it was going to be a long day. However, there was an even bigger problem. She was right handed and now she was relying on her left arm to keep her from falling to her death. How she was wished she was left handed right now!
