Critical Mass

Note: It has been brought to my attention that this story is not actually an authentic Cherokee rite of passage. It was not posted so as to be a factual representation of Cherokee culture, but I found it to be a cute story which gives a good example of fatherhood and of God [...]

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Okay, so I’m sick.  I want to drink my orange juice.  I cannot get the thing open.  Seriously.  I look around, and neither of my surgeons are available.
So….
 I walk across the hall — to the nearest, conveniently located boy — and shove my orange juice bottle at him and say, “Help!”
He grabs it and starts [...]

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