DADADEL
There I was, standing in a long, seemingly endless grocery line with my pregnant wife, Karol. She calmly held our cart, completely unbothered by the wait. Out of nowhere, a man rudely bumped into her, nearly knocking her and our groceries over.
Instantly, my anger spiked. I was ready to confront him, but Karol had other plans.
Growing up, my mother would always say, “What happens, happens.” Despite this, I was never one to just let things go; I believed in dealing with problems head-on rather than waiting for karma. But after meeting Karol, she showed me that sometimes the universe takes care of things in its own time.
The man offered a half-hearted apology, but Karol simply smiled mischievously. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out—of all things—a tomato.
In one swift motion, she hurled the tomato at him with precision. It landed squarely on his chest, leaving a bright red stain as juice dripped down his shirt.
Everyone in the line froze. The man stood there, utterly dumbfounded, while all eyes were on him.
Meanwhile, Karol went right back to loading our groceries as though nothing had happened. She looked immensely satisfied with herself.
As we exited the store, leaving the scene behind, I couldn’t help but admire Karol’s unique approach. For her, justice wasn’t about revenge; it was about setting things straight.
Walking hand in hand, I realized that the best way to address wrongs isn’t through anger. Sometimes, it’s about trusting the universe and knowing that even the smallest acts, like Karol’s tomato throw, can make things right.
