So there we stood, trapped in the never-ending void of the grocery line. My pregnant wife, Karol, stood by our cart, her belly proudly displaying the miracle of life. Unexpectedly, a man forcefully collides with her, causing her to almost lose her balance and our cart to wobble. I could feel my anger rising, prepared to confront him, but just as I was about to react, Karol stepped in with a plan of her own.
Throughout my upbringing, I learned the importance of being proactive and taking charge of circumstances, rather than relying on the notion of karma. However, Karol had a unique viewpoint, one that embraced the idea of a harmonious universe.
As the man mumbled a lackluster apology, Karol couldn’t help but flash a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. With a composed demeanor, she delicately retrieved a lone object from her handbag—an exquisite, succulent tomato.
In a swift and precise motion, Karol skillfully launched the tomato towards the man, watching as the vibrant red projectile gracefully sailed through the air. It made contact with his chest, creating a satisfying splat and leaving a trail of red juice behind.
All eyes in the grocery line were drawn to the unfolding spectacle, causing a sudden hush to fall over the crowd. The man remained frozen in place, his expression a mix of surprise and disbelief, while the remnants of a tomato stained his shirt, serving as a visible reminder of his embarrassment.
However, Karol remained composed, her face reflecting contentment as she resumed the task of calmly placing our groceries onto the conveyor belt.
As we exited the store, the incident fading from memory, I couldn’t help but be impressed by Karol’s approach. For her, justice wasn’t about getting even or seeking payback—it was about bringing harmony back to the universe in her own special manner.
As we strolled side by side, it dawned on me that true justice often lies not in fury or force, but in the gentle release of control, having faith that the world will ultimately restore balance.
