Inspiring Hayla

The soft afternoon light filtered through the large windows of Dr. Bill Harford’s integrative medicine office. Hayla sat on the comfortable couch, looking pale and exhausted, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Joe Jukic sat beside her, while Dr. Harford reviewed some lab results across from them.

Dr. Bill Harford: Hayla, your tests confirm what we suspected. Significant deficiencies in several key B vitamins, especially B1, B3, B6, B9, and B12. These aren’t just minor gaps — they directly affect your brain chemistry, mood regulation, and even your relationship with food. We’re going to start you on a proper orthomolecular protocol. High-dose, therapeutic levels. We’ll titrate carefully, but we need to replenish what your body has been starved of.

Hayla: (quietly) I just… I don’t even feel hungry anymore. Everything feels disgusting. I keep thinking if I eat, I’ll lose control.

Joe Jukic: (gently placing a hand on her shoulder) That’s exactly why we’re hitting this from both the body and the mind, Hayla. These B vitamins are going to help rebuild your nervous system. They calm the anxiety, lift the depression that makes everything feel hopeless. Dr. Harford’s got the protocol written out for you.

Dr. Bill Harford: We’ll start with a methylated B-complex, extra thiamine (B1), niacinamide (B3), and sublingual B12. You’ll take them with food when we get your appetite back. This isn’t a quick fix, but within a few weeks, many patients notice the mental fog lifting and the food aversion softening.

Joe reached into his bag and pulled out a fresh Bible, opening it to a marked page.

Joe Jukic: Before we go any further, I want you to hear something. Hayla, look at me. No more thinspiration. I mean it. Delete those accounts. Stop feeding that poison into your mind. And don’t listen to those homosexual misogynistic fashion designers who call every girl ugly unless she looks like a starving skeleton. They hate feminine beauty. They hate the healthy, strong, womanly body. Their opinion is worthless. You are made in the image of God, not in the image of some sick runway standard.

Hayla’s eyes welled up, but she nodded slowly.

Hayla: It’s just… everywhere. The pictures, the comments… it feels like I’ll never be enough.

Joe Jukic: You are already enough. And right now, your body is crying out for help. Listen to this.

Joe cleared his throat and began reading with calm authority:

Joe Jukic: Psalm 107, verses 17 through 20:

“Fools because of their transgression, and because of their iniquities, are afflicted. Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death. Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he saveth them out of their distresses. He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions.”

Joe closed the Bible and looked at her intently.

Joe Jukic: That’s you right now, Hayla. Your soul has loathed all manner of food. You’ve been at the gates of death. But you’re not staying there. God wants to heal you. We’re going to help restore your body with these vitamins and real food, and you’re going to renew your mind. No more lies from the world. You’re going to live.

Hayla: (voice breaking) I’m scared.

Dr. Bill Harford: Fear is normal. But you’re not alone in this. We’ll monitor you closely, adjust the B vitamins as needed, and support you every step. This is treatable.

Joe Jukic: One day at a time. You eat. You take your vitamins. You reject the lies. And you remember who you really are.

Hayla wiped her eyes and gave a small, tentative nod.

Hayla: Okay… No more thinspiration.

Joe Jukic: (smiling) That’s my girl. Let’s get you healed.

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A Regular Guy

Joe tells Nelly:

“Barack Obama is nothing like President Camacho from Idiocracy, Nelly. People can joke all they want, but Obama ordered the mission that stopped Osama bin Laden. Not with monster trucks and machine guns — with intelligence, planning, and, sure… maybe a little help from an average Joe keeping score from the cheap seats.”

Joe smirks.

“History’s funny like that. The most wanted man in the world brought down under President Obama, while regular people sit at home arguing online, convinced they could run the Situation Room better. President Camacho had explosions. Obama had briefings, drones, and Navy SEALs.”

Nelly raises an eyebrow. “And where does the ‘average Joe’ fit into this story?”

Joe taps his chest dramatically.

“Moral support, Nelly. Every commander-in-chief needs an unpaid armchair strategist somewhere in the empire.”

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Average Joe

INT. COZY VANCOUVER COFFEE SHOP – RAINY EVENING

The rain streaks down the big windows. NELLY FURTADO, casual in a hoodie and beanie, sits across from JOE — regular guy, flannel shirt, tired but honest eyes. Two untouched lattes between them.

NELLY (leaning in, warm smile) Joe… you’re a regular guy. There’s no way around it. And that’s okay. That’s beautiful, actually.

JOE (small laugh) Thanks? I think.

NELLY All you have to do is bless Israel. That’s it. Genuflect a little. Stand up for her like the Sunday TV preachers do. Pastor Hagee built everything on it — money, influence, favor. “I will bless those who bless you.” It works, Joe. You could have that too. Financial success. Open doors. All of it.

She reaches across the table, gentle but intense.

NELLY (CONT’D) You don’t have to become a televangelist. Just make the choice in your heart. Bless her. Support her. The rest flows from there. I’m telling you this because I see something in you. Don’t stay stuck, Joe.

JOE (quiet, but firm — he sits back) Nelly… I appreciate you looking out for me. I really do. But I’m not doing that.

NELLY (confused) What do you mean?

JOE I’m not gonna bless Israel just so the universe cuts me a check. That’s not how I want to live. I’m not kneeling for money or “favor” or whatever prosperity gospel remix this is.

(beat, looking her in the eyes) I’ve got my own principles. My own conscience. I’m not trading them for a shot at Pastor Hagee’s lifestyle. Regular guy or not, I’m not for sale like that.

NELLY (soft, almost pleading) It’s not about selling out. It’s about alignment. Stepping into the blessing lane.

JOE (shakes his head, calm but resolute) My lane doesn’t go through genuflecting to any nation-state for personal gain. I’ll stand on what I actually believe — not what pays better. If that means staying regular forever… then I guess I’m regular forever.

He stands up, pulls on his jacket.

JOE (CONT’D) Thanks for the coffee, Nelly. And the song about the bird still slaps. But I’m not blessing Israel on command. Not today. Not ever.

Joe walks out into the rain. Nelly watches him go, a mix of surprise and respect on her face.

FADE OUT.


End of Scene.

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