Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 2 – Something New

Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 2 – Something New

Gomez Ramesh invited me to his home for Tandoori Chicken with a side of something resembling creamed spinach. I was a single twenty year-old at the time, serving in the U.S. Air Force in Colorado Springs, and I’d never heard of Tandoori anything, but the red-colored roasted chicken on a bed of grilled onions looked and smelled amazing.

Gomez motioned me to sit at the dinner table, and his wife, Lily, did the same.

After exchanging pleasantries and watching Gomez and Lily dip flat pieces of bread in a light-green cucumbery sauce—to which I followed suit—I noticed a picture of Jesus on the wall. In my ignorance, I had presumed Gomez and Lily were of another faith, and so I inquired.

I was half correct. Gomez was a Hindu, and Lily, a Catholic.

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