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Disclaimer: Hundreds of thoughts went through my head as I watched the fallout, debate and outrage over the events in Ferguson.  

I was sitting in my living room chatting with a man who, while attending church, considers himself a muslim, but wouldn't feel welcome in a mosque.  He spoke about Jesus and Muhammad with equal respect, and drew a parallel that put much of what I thought I believed into a very different perspective. 

A year and a half ago, having been living in Hiroshima, Japan for six months, I had a terribly hard time not laughing out loud when I realized the two mid-afternoon visitors to my apartment were in fact Jehovah's Witnesses..

(Please Read Introduction First for Disclaimer)

I think the fastest I have ever driven a car was about 10 years ago, on the two mile strip between the Forest Drive and Leesburg Road exits on I-77.  I don't know for sure but it was well into triple digits,