One of the most inspiring images I know is that of an old-time typewriter. I could never type on those things because my fingers weren't strong and coordinated enough to press the keys. By the time I took typing in tenth grade, the school had electric typewriters for us to use. I had the opposite problem with the electric ones. The keys were so easy to push that any little random movement my fingers made would strike a key.
Finally computers came along, and like Goldilocks, I found that writing on a computer keyboard was just right. For the first time, I was able to put words together and tell the world who I was, what I believed, and figure out how I was supposed to fit into the world around me.
It's a neverending story. And it all began with a keyboard that I couldn't even use.