I tapped the steering wheel, trying to shake the weight on my chest, when I spotted a disheveled woman digging through a trash can. I slowed down, drawn in by her grim determination.
She looked fragile yet fierce, fighting for survival. Without thinking, I pulled over, rolled down my window, and asked, “Do you need help?”
Her response was sharp but tired: “You offering?”
“I just saw you there,” I admitted, stepping out. “It didn’t seem right.”
“What’s not right is life,” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “You don’t strike me as someone who knows much about that.”
“Maybe not,” I replied, then asked if she had a place to stay.
“No,” she said, and I felt compelled to offer my garage as a temporary home. To my surprise, she accepted, albeit reluctantly.
Over the next few days, we shared meals and conversations. Lexi’s sharp wit broke through my loneliness, but I could sense her hidden pain.
One afternoon, I barged into the garage and froze. There, sprawled across the floor, were grotesque paintings of me—chains, blood, a casket. Nausea hit me.
That night, I confronted her. “What are those paintings?”
Her face went pale. “I didn’t mean for you to see them. I was just… angry.”
“So you painted me as a monster?” I demanded.
She nodded, shame in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
I struggled to forgive her. “I think it’s time for you to go.”
The next morning, I helped her pack and drove her to a shelter, giving her some money. Weeks passed, and I felt the loss of our connection.
Then, a package arrived—another painting. This one was serene, capturing a peace I hadn’t known. Inside was a note with Lexi’s name and number.
My heart raced as I called her. “I got your painting… it’s beautiful.”
“Thank you. I didn’t know if you’d like it,” she replied.
“You didn’t owe me anything,” I said, reflecting on my own unfairness.
“I’m sorry for what I painted,” she admitted. “You were just… there.”
“I forgave you the moment I saw that painting. Maybe we could start over.”
“I’d like that,” she said, a smile evident in her voice.
We made plans to meet again, and I felt a flicker of hope for what could be.
Maybe You Didn’t Know This: You Should Never Eat Cucumbers and Tomatoes in the Same Salad
While all natural fruits and vegetables are healthy for you, did you know that some should never be combined? Cucumbers and tomatoes, for instance.
Tomatoes and cucumbers are very healthful. They are abundant in vitamins, minerals, antioxidants, and water. But you shouldn’t eat them together! When preparing a salad, Ayurveda says it’s critical to know how long each component takes to digest.
Vegetables with varying rates of digestion can be difficult to combine. Food fermentation may occur in your stomach if the lighter ingredient passes through your intestines at the same time as the other begins to digest. Toxins, sluggish digestion, and starch and sugar fermentation may arise from this. This will ruin your food and increase your risk of stomach pain, bloating, and gas.
Other than cucumbers and tomatoes, there are other combinations of foods to be careful with. Here are few to keep in mind:
Fruits after eating: Fruits take longer to digest and if they are left in the stomach for an extended period of time, they can cause acid reflux and other digestive problems.
Cheese and meat: Limit the amount of protein in your meal. No more than one kind per meal.
Even though it’s a common combination, macaroni and cheese (or macaroni and meat) might create stomach problems since carbs and proteins breakdown at different rates.
Cheese and vegetables together can make you more prone to bloating.
Orange juice might damage the enzyme required to break down carbohydrates, so avoid eating bread or noodles with it.
Watermelon and melons should be consumed on their own; do not mix them with other fruits.
Milk and bananas together can cause digestive delays.
Yogurt and fruits are a popular breakfast combination, but they can alter your gut flora and slow down digestion.
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