Today I learned...

Yesterday evening I learned that Christopher Columbus had red hair.

Excerpt from Ernle Branford’s Christopher Columbus:

In appearance, as we know from the descriptions of those who met him in later years, Christopher Columbus was singularly un-Latin. No doubt, in the waves of invaders that had beaten upon the Italian coastline over the centuries since the fall of Rome, some Germanic or other Nordic stock had become mingled with many of the families of the Ligurian coast. True, his nose was aquiline and his face long, but his hair was carroty red, his complexion ruddy rather than olive, and his eyes were blue.
 
Today I learned that the Māori (Hawaiian) word for autism is "takiwātanga" – which translates to "in his/her own time and space."
 
Some people made a living from that approach, the movie "Door to Door" was quite inspiring.

Door to Door is a 2002 American biographical drama television film about Bill Porter, an inspiring and successful door-to-door salesman with cerebral palsy.

It's a tough way to make a living, but is it any worse than a Latter Day Saint making house calls for proselytizing?
 
Some people made a living from that approach, the movie "Door to Door" was quite inspiring.

Door to Door is a 2002 American biographical drama television film about Bill Porter, an inspiring and successful door-to-door salesman with cerebral palsy.

It's a tough way to make a living, but is it any worse than a Latter Day Saint making house calls for proselytizing?
Jesus or solar panels, is my line when the door goes a-knockin', but you can usually tell by the outfits.
 
I usually tell them I have my own religion and I deliver a sermon (by appointment only) once a year and twice on leap year.
idk why but this reminded me of the time my brother slammed the door on 2 little old Jehovah's Witnesses.
We were still living at home and my brother's room was in the basement.
It was a weekend and our mom was at work. Well, we hear a knock at the door, and i peep out the window and see the old ladies. i dont even bother to open the door.
they ring the doorbell, and my brother gets out of bed. goes up the stairs and opens the door without looking and goes back down to his room. there was a pause. they knock on the glass door.
when my brother realized it wasnt our mom (he thought she might have forgotten her house keys), he ran back up the stairs and slammed the door shut in their faces. he didnt even know who was at the door, just that it wasnt mom. (when you come up the stairs from the basement, you come up BEHIND the open door, so he couldnt see who was out there, and they couldnt see who had opened/closed the door).

they never came back 😅
 
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