As I trudged home, my mind cluttered with work stress, a venomous shout pierced through the city’s hum. In a small park, a man was viciously berating his tearful wife while bystanders stood frozen, pretending not to notice. My chest tightened with anger—I knew I had to stop the abuse.

You ever have one of those days where everything feels like it’s piling up? That was me, walking home from work on a Tuesday evening. Deadlines loomed for a new marketing campaign, and my boss was breathing down my neck about the quarterly report—life was a grind, and I felt every ounce of it.