Karol and I were standing in a long grocery line, her belly seven months along, when a man rudely shoved past us, hitting our cart and nearly knocking into her. I was ready to snap, but Karol grabbed my arm calmly. “Don’t waste your energy,” she whispered with a smile. I held back, confused by her sudden coolness.

We watched as the man strutted to the register, paid quickly, and headed for the exit—until the store alarm went off. Two security guards stopped him and began questioning him. I was stunned and looked at Karol, who chuckled knowingly. “Wait… how did you know?” I asked, completely thrown off.

She smirked and said, “While he was bumping into us, I slipped a small item with a security tag into his pocket.” I stared at her, stunned, then burst out laughing. She looked totally innocent, but I knew better. That day, my wife showed me that calm confidence could serve justice better than anger.

I always believed in defending what mattered—but Karol taught me patience and timing. Karma works, sure, but sometimes it needs a nudge. And watching that guy get escorted out? Priceless. I married a legend—and now I know not to underestimate her ever again.