When I was about five years old and was learning how to write the alphabet, I practiced making each letter while visiting a relative’s farm. I was so proud of my penmanship. I made a large letter on 26 different sheets of paper, one for each of the alphabet, and all of them were clearly readable and precise. Unfortunately, when I was walking outside, a gust of wind blew one of the sheets out of my hand. I immediately began to look for it, even though I realized I was looking for a neat “O” in a haystack.
