Critical Thinking


If the holy book you follow permits the murder of innocent’s and the looting of their wealth, for the greater good of your god, chances are, it isn’t an actual holy book and was written by men who are going against the very god that they made up.
Because that same god says that chasing worldly possessions are what evil men do, and righteous men humble themselves for what is to come in the afterlife.

If ones religion has to be forced upon it’s people with the threat of violence and murder, chances are it is not a religion of peace.


The wrong address

“Hey Don, can I ask you something?” asked Victor.

“Ya sure Vic, what’s up?” replied Donald

“My lovely wife Kim wanted me to ask, if you and Sarah would do us the honor and join our family for Thanksgiving this year” Victor asked, “Well, I want you two to come as well” he reassured, then went on to say,

“I know you do not know us all that well, Donald” “I just transferred to this department two months ago, and you have been a very good friend and coworker” explained Victor

“Would you consider having Thanksgiving dinner with us, on such short notice?” Victor then asked.

“I would love to Vic, and Kim just adores your wife Sarah, but we have plans already, I am very sorry” “Please do not take it personal” Donald explained.

“That’s understandable, and hey, maybe next year” replied Victor with hopefulness.

“I never told you about the night me and Sarah’s lives were changed by a small error on my part, did I? Donald asked.

“No, I don’t think so” replied Victor with a puzzled look.

“AHHH” Donald gestured, then joked, “You probably have work to do, so maybe la…”

“No you don’t Don, sit your tail back down and tell me” interrupted Victor as he blocked the exit of the break room.

“Ok, Victor” smiled Donald.

“Six years ago, almost to the day” Donald explained, “Sarah and I were invited to Thanksgiving by one of her coworkers, and” “Well” “We winded up at the wrong house.

“I don’t follow” stated Victor.

“The address was 233 Wilson Lane, and I had put 233 Wilson Rd into my GPS” explained Donald, “So when we arrived at the house, and knocked at the door.”

“Yes, go on” Victor said.

“The dear sweet old woman who answered the door” “Naturally we thought she was Donna’s mother, after all, she invited us in” Donald explained.

“Donna is Sarah’s coworker, the one who invited us over” Donald explained then took a drink off his soda, then continued,
“I can still remember the first time we down sat at her table, as if it were yesterday” smiled Donald.

“You are making no sense Donald” Vic said with a very puzzled look on his face.

“You see Vic, we winded up at the wrong house, it was only after we talked to the woman for a while, did we realize that” Donald explained.

“It also became very clear that she, Mrs. Fredricks is her name, would make a full Thanksgiving dinner every year, and every year she would eat alone” Donald further explained.

“Why did she do that?” “Didn’t she have family?” asked Victor

“No Vic, she did not” “She was unable to have kids and her husband died ten years ago.” replied Donald.

“So what your telling me is you went to the wrong house and celebrated Thanksgiving with a total stranger and have been doing that every year, since?” asked Victor

“Yes Victor, yes we have, except that she isn’t a total stranger to us now, we call her Mom” smiled Donald.

“Don?” asked Victor.

“Yes” replied Donald.

“Do you think Mrs. Fredricks would mind if me, Kim and the kids were to come this year?” “We will bring the turkey” nervously asked Victor.

“Oh, I do not think Mom would mind one bit” smiled Donald.
“But you don’t have to worry about the food, she makes quite a feast”
“Enough to feed an army” explained Donald.

“Vic?” asked Donald.

“Yes Don” replied Victor.

“See you Sunday” “Its 233 Wilson LANE” “Be there at 3:30pm” smiled Donald.

“How about, we meet at your house and just follow you guys?” asked Victor, then stated “I already know where you live.”

“Sure thing” smiled Donald.

Apple Pie

“Momma” “Wats a Ghome?” Little Vicky was only six, and was always wanting answers.
“I don’t know” or “Just because” were not answers, those types of responses only did one thing, trigger the petite little redheads mind into explorer mode.

“There is no such thing as a Ghome, sweetie” smiled her mother, and then tried to change the subject.
“Miss Jenkins is out tending her garden; you love helping her.” Her mother said as she pointed out the kitchen window hoping Vicky would change interest.
She had a sink full of dishes to do and didn’t have time for Ghomes, dragons, or what ever subject that gets into her little girls head.

“Your lying momma” “you jus wont tell me cause you think I am too lil’ to undastand” protested the little girl.
“I will go find a Gnome and be his friend”
“I will then bring him home for you to see that I am not too lil” She protested as her little feet stomped out the kitchen side door.

Vicky, knowing her mother could see her out the window, stomped all the way down the steps, across the lawn, and all the way next door to Kevin’s. Her best friend in the whole wide world.

“Is kevie home” Vicky asked
Her face grew bright and she had smiles from ear to ear when Mr Walker replied “Yes” then yelled into the house,
“KEVVVINN!” “Little Vicky is here to see you” then he asked Vicky in.

“Naaa, I haff to ask Kevie sumthin private, I’ll jus wait out here for him”

“Very well” then shut the door.

A million minutes had past while Vicky waited on the porch for Kevin. Well in Vicky’s world that’s how long it took, she practically wore the bottoms off her pink Barbie sneakers pacing back and forth and up and down the steps, she knows because she checked the bottoms of them at least 5 times as she paced.

“Kevie” Vicky smiled as he comes out. “I haffa ask you sumtin”
“Do you believe in Gnomes? Huhhh, do you?”

Kevin was Vicky’s boyfriend in her tiny mind, and even though he was fifteen and almost grown, Vicky knew that someday she would be as old as him and she will marry him.

“Gnomes you say” Kevin replied as rubbed his chin and thought
“I seen one just this morning out by the apple tree, picking up apples off the ground,”
“He couldn’t have been but so tall” Kevin explained as he held his arm up to about his own waist. “You know Vicky, I do not know how he managed to carry off all those apples he had gathered” he said as he scratched his forehead.

“Where did he go to Kevie?” “Tell me pleezzee” Vicky questioned with hopefulness.

“I reckon he went home Vicky” “Gnomes love apple pie, I bet his wife already baked one and he is eating pie right now”

“I like apple pie too” Vicky boasted, knowing now that once she finds a Gnome, he will be her friend cause she will bring him the biggest apple pie in the whole world.

Vicky then ran off towards home without even saying goodbye to Kevin. She then headed straight for her garage and found what she was after, her little red wagon, and then she ran straight for the apple tree.

It took her quite a while to fill the wagon with apples, after all, Gnomes only like the biggest and red’est ones.
“Even I am smart enough to know that”, Vicky thought as she studied each and every one she picked up off the ground.

She could only count to 100 but she knew she had over a million apples, which were just enough for the apple pie, she thought as she then started home.

“Mommy” “I wanna bake the Gnomes an apple pie” “Will you help me?”
“MOMMA” “Where are you?”

“I’m here” replied her mother as she came out of the laundry room carrying a basket full of clothes, “What’s this about apple pie?”

“Kevie told me that Gnomes likes pies and I picked a million apples and I am going to make them the biggest apple pie evaa and you can’t stop me” explained Vicky then asked sadly “Can you help me peeeesssee?”

Her mother chuckled to herself and replied “Well certainly my dear”

“Yayyyyyy” Vicky replied and headed straight for the kitchen, pulling her wagon behind her.

It took quite a while for them to peel all the apples, and make the pie, and it was a good thing mommy helped or it would have taken her a hundred days at least, to make the pie all by her self.
“It will be the bestest pie eva, after all, forming the crust is the most important part,
Vicky thought as she pressed and pressed the dough, with her tiny fingers.

“It is done yet momma?” questioned Vicky again.
“No Vicky, it still has 10 more minutes to bake” “I will tell you when it is done” explained her mother.

Vicky went back outside, sat on the steps and continued to stare at the apple tree, hoping the Gnome would come back again, but it was starting to get late, and it was beginning to get dark out.

“He’s probably eating dinner too” thought Vicky as she got up and went inside and headed for the bathroom to wash up for dinner.

Later after dinner Vicky asked “We gonna have apple pie now for dessert?”

“I thought you wanted that pie for the Gnomes, Vicky?” asked her mother as she begins to cut the pie and give Vicky a piece.

“Well, Gnomes like to bake their own pies” “They wouldn’t like our pie” explained Vicky as she smiled and began to eat her pie with both hands.

With a full mouth full of pie, Vicky then asks

“How old do I haffa be wen I marry Kevie?”