Karma can intervene in unexpected ways to restore balance in life. This compilation features 12 extraordinary stories of people receiving their just rewards. These stories demonstrate the power of karma, with unexpected twists and well-timed payback.
Story 1:
I proposed to my girlfriend, Becky, during her family gathering. When she saw the ring, she frowned and snapped loudly, “Is this all I’m worth?” I was 21 and couldn’t afford more. I never saw her again. I removed her from all my socials.
2 weeks later, her dad called in tears. His voice was shaking. I froze when he told me, “Son, we need your help! Please come see Becky!”
Before I could respond, he said, “After you two broke up, she became so depressed that she got involved with a much older man. Now she wants to marry him! He’s 18 years older. You’re the only one who can stop her from making this reckless decision.”
I hung up. I had moved on and realized I was much better off without her. Her father had always looked down on me, treating me as if I were beneath them. Now, this felt like karma.
Story 2:
From the age of 17 until I turned 20, I befriended, dated, and was involved with three girls who were already in serious relationships.
One time, I went to a museum/showroom, and my mother and I went to get food. I went to grab and reserve a table, so I sat down while my mom went to get some food. Then this one guy comes and starts trying to take the other chair at the table.
During my lunch break at work a few years ago, I ran over to this convenience store that had a lunch-of-the-day special. That day, it was spaghetti.
I walked into the store, headed to the back to the coolers to grab a drink, and started walking over to the line that had formed to grab a lunch. This older woman saw me walking and literally strong-armed me to get in front of me. She full-on shoulder-checked me.
She gets two orders of spaghetti. They come in a Styrofoam compartment tray. She walks toward the door, and someone she knows comes in, so she’s saying hi. I pay for my food, and I’m out the door.
I was starving. I opened the office fridge and saw a fancy-looking sandwich. Turkey, avocado, crispy bacon—way better than my sad peanut butter and jelly. I looked around. No one was watching. I grabbed it, ate every bite, and tossed the wrapper like it never existed.
The next day, I brought my own sandwich—same peanut butter and jelly. I took a big bite and gagged. My tongue was on fire. My throat burned. I rushed to the sink, chugging water.
Then I saw the sticky note in the fridge: “To the person who stole my lunch, I added a little something special to yours today. Enjoy. :)”
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Story 9:
Standing at the counter of the pizza place I work at, a lady storms in and slams a pizza down on the counter. “This isn’t the pizza I ordered. What are you going to do about it?” she asked.
I look at the pizza, then at my buddy Nick, and turn back to her and say, “Nothing.” She then goes on a long rant, telling us how we are going to be fired, how stupid and incompetent we were, then asked why we weren’t going to do anything.
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