My Breath Smelled Like Garlic And I Didn't Know It
    I love to keep bunches of garlic at home because they are ready to dive into almost all dishes.  Or I finely chop one or two teeth of garlic and swallow them in order to prevent my blood pressure from going up.
    Smell of garlic is overpowering and some people dislike it a lot. But a secret of consuming good garlic is to use plenty in the type of dishes that will be cooked over  for hours and hours.
    One morning, I woke up not feeling so well---preoccupying of the things that any working family in America would be worrying about at times, let's put it that way. I didn't want to get up from my bed. My body was stiff, both of my eyelids were twitching. My wife was asleep, leaving her mouth open toward the heaven.  It was one of the day that just a thought about drinking coffee disgusted me.  Thirsty though, I barely dragged myself to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I felt dizzy for one moment and bunches of garlics in a straw basket caught my eyes. Their white, papery skin was dry and tight, and I could see their stems were neatly cut off by laser-sharp knife.  I grabbed one head of garlic and inserted my finger nails where I thought each tooth was roomed separately.
    I was able to take two cloves out of the garlic head I picked. Each of them were covered with shiny, hard shell with some purple glow.  My cutting board was standing against the wall of kitchen counter. I pulled one of my small and dull knife out of the knife holder. I use the same knife to cut everything. By using its flat blade, I gave a good smack on two cloves of garlic.  They were juicy ones. They got smashed a little, but still their original shape was remained and their shells were loosely intact. Inside of the shell, there was ivory-white meat, which reminded me a piece of elephant tusk.
    After removing those shells, I sliced the ivory-white meat as thinly as possible with my dull knife. Then I took each slice to make it sliver-cut. Finally, I made fine chops of garlic. I used three fingers to pinch them to take closer to my mouth and flushed them down with a glass of water. 
    As my day started to roll, I wished this nasty feeling would go away.  I was alone, burping garlic that I had swallowed earlier.  I reached to the point where I felt slightly better, not feeling so dizzy as before. It's just that my breath of garlic was so overpowering and made me want to faint every time I burped. I was glad that nobody was around me.
    
    

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God, grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference
---The serenity prayer

Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us---Roman5: 1-5
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