Standing in the never-ending grocery line, I watched my pregnant wife, Karol, patiently waiting with our cart. Her belly, proudly showcasing the new life growing within her, was a beautiful reminder of the joy to come.

But then, out of nowhere, a rude guy bulldozed into her, nearly knocking her off balance along with our cart. My anger surged, ready to confront him, but before I could react, Karol had her own plan in mind.

You see, we grew up with different beliefs. I was taught to take matters into my own hands, to seize control rather than relying on karma. Karol, however, had a different perspective—a belief in the universe’s innate sense of balance.

As the guy mumbled a half-hearted apology, Karol’s eyes twinkled mischievously. With a calm smile, she pulled out a single, solitary item from her purse—a ripe, juicy tomato.

In the blink of an eye, Karol expertly launched the tomato at the guy, sending it soaring through the air in a perfect arc. It collided with his chest, creating a satisfying splat and leaving a trail of red juice on his shirt—a badge of shame.

The grocery line fell silent as everyone turned to witness the unexpected spectacle. The guy stood there, stunned and speechless, tomato pulp dripping down his shirt. Meanwhile, Karol remained unfazed, her expression one of satisfaction as she resumed loading our groceries onto the conveyor belt.

As we left the store, leaving the incident in the past, I couldn’t help but admire Karol’s approach. For her, justice wasn’t about seeking revenge or retaliation—it was about restoring balance to the universe in her own unique way.

Walking hand in hand, it dawned on me that sometimes, the most powerful form of justice isn’t found in anger or aggression. Instead, it’s discovered through the simple act of letting go and trusting that the universe has a way of setting things right in the end.