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.
Three of the biggest producers of eIectric vehicles are reportedly set to pump the brakes on production, citing a bad economy and…
Three of the biggest producers of eIectric vehicles are reportedly set to pump the brakes on production, citing a bad economy and higher interest rates thanks to Joe Biden’s bad economic poLicies.
Tesla, General Motors, and Ford all have said they plan to slow production essentially until the economy shows some signs of settIling down. Tesla CEO Elon Musk joined General Motors and Ford in voicing concerns that high-interest rates on car purchases would prevent borrowers from securing financing for expensive electric vehicles. Musk said, People hesitate to buy a new car if there’s uncertainty in the economy. I don’t want to be going into top speed into uncertainty.
Musk also is pIanning to take a wait-and-see approach to the economy before ramping up the planned Tesla factory in Mexico. Musk’s comments came after poor quarterly results across the board.
Not only were Tesla’s sales down, but so were earnings per share and vehicle production.
General Motors, for their part, has plans to delay production of the electric Silverado and GMC Sierra pickup trucks by a year, citing flattening demand for the electrified vehicles.
Over at Ford Motors, they are cutting one of the three shifts that currentIy builds the electric F-150 Lightning pickup truck. The automaker made this decision following a summer where they took some of the focus off of electric, instead looking toward commercial fIeet vehicles and hybrids.
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