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.
The Dangers of the Newest ‘Dry Scooping’ Trend
Love it or hate it, TikTok is a social networking site that has gone viral worldwide. A lot of users visit the app to watch dancing videos, try out fitness trends, or discover new cooking methods. However, trends on TikTok can occasionally be hazardous and misleading. The “dry scooping” fad is one example of this.
Those of you who work out frequently might be familiar with protein powder. Before consuming, it is usually combined with water or another liquid. On the other hand, people are ingesting the powder straight instead of the liquid because to the “dry scooping” fad on TikTok. It is actually highly dangerous, even if it could appear like a time-saver.
To what extent is it dangerous? After attempting the trend, one young woman admitted to suffering a heart attack. Some people have mentioned having trouble breathing when the dry powder gets inside their lungs. The unexpected surge of caffeine associated with “dry scooping” is one of the key worries. Twenty-year-old Briatney Portillo experienced a heart attack subsequent to attempting the trend. “I started to feel tingly and itchy all over my body after I took the pre-workout, which wasn’t a good feeling,” she stated. I chose to ignore it and continue working out since I believed it might be nervousness or a severe panic attack.
But things got out of hand very quickly. Portillo started to feel dizzy, began to perspire a lot, and had severe chest pain that went down her left arm. As soon as she realized she was having a heart attack, she dialed 911. It served as a warning to others and a wake-up call for Portillo.
A significant problem with “dry scooping” is the ignorance about the precise substance being eaten. Pre-workout powders such as this one are not governed by the FDA, according to Dr. Jason Nagata, an assistant professor of pediatrics at the University of California, San Francisco. These powders run a serious risk of being tainted with illegal drugs, stimulants, steroids, or other harmful compounds. Abuse of these drugs raises the risk of heart attacks, liver damage, and other severe health issues.
Portillo wishes to raise awareness of the risks associated with “dry scooping.” She stresses that something is not always safe just because it is viewed online, especially if it is being done by so-called “fitness influencers.” The things we put into our body need to be carefully considered. Our youth does not grant us unstoppable strength.
Therefore, let’s put our health and safety first, make wise decisions, and stay away from risky practices like “dry scooping.”
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