Greed led my father-in-law to cause a ruckus in a restaurant, leaving tension and strife in his wake. However, little did he know that his ego was about to be humbled when an unexpected twist arose from the karma of his actions. What started as a man trying to get his way turned into him learning a valuable life lesson that had continually eluded him.
At the risk of sounding overly dramatic, I’ve always believed in karma. You know, the idea that what goes around, comes around. But never in my wildest dreams did I expect to witness it unfold so vividly and immediately as it did one evening with my father-in-law (FIL), Benjamin.
This man, bless his heart, operates under the assumption that the universe, with all its cosmic might, revolves around him and is essentially supposed to cater to all his needs and wants. And on this particular day, karma decided to give him a reality check.
Let me paint the picture: My husband, Sam, and I, Linda, were dining out with him at a local restaurant Benjamin claimed to be the “best in the state.” He’s the kind of guy who orders as if preparing for an impending food shortage—four burgers, fries, the works!
As our patient waiter returned to the kitchen after bringing us our food, my FIL discreetly set aside one burger, a minor detail that would later unravel into an epic tale of instant karma.
We watched in shock as Benjamin erupted like a volcano at the returning waiter, disbelief and indignation painting his face upon realizing there was a “missing” burger. “I ordered four burgers. Why are there only three?!” he bellowed across the table, attracting unwanted attention.
The waiter, a paragon of patience, politely assured him, “I made sure I put them all in the bag, sir.”
“Are you blind?! This is only three!” His voice, dripping with condescension, cut through the hum of restaurant chatter.
At this point, I was ready to say something to defend this poor woman who was just trying to do her job, but my husband knew his father would just turn his fake rage on me and make a bigger scene. So, knowing I couldn’t stand for anyone being mistreated, he grabbed my hand lightly to urge me not to say anything.
I trust Sam’s instincts, especially when it comes to his father, so I pulled back and settled into my chair, watching the drama unfold.
Seeing that Benjamin was one of those unreasonable consumers who believed they were always right, the waiter apologized. She said, “Sorry, Sir. I’ll get you another one,” even though it was clear from her reaction that she was quite certain she’d brought all four.
The innocent woman walked away to get a fifth burger for my greedy FIL, and we sat looking at him with disgust but chose to say nothing to avoid inflaming the situation further. The waiter’s solution seemed to satisfy Benjamin momentarily, his smirk spreading across his face like a dark cloud.
Little did he know, the universe was about to serve him a HUGE slice of humble pie!
Fast forward to our arrival home, and the smugness quickly faded into sheer panic. My FIL’s face turned white as a sheet when he realized his wallet was missing! The atmosphere thickened with tension as he frantically searched, his mind racing back to the restaurant.
My husband and I exchanged knowing glances, the air heavy with unspoken thoughts.
In a twist of fate, my FIL, driven by desperation, called the restaurant, only to have the same waiter answer! The calm in her voice as she confirmed finding his wallet was almost palpable! But there was a major twist to the news he hadn’t expected…
The waiter informed him that the restaurant had a peculiar policy, one my FIL had always ridiculed on the walls and menus of the establishment, stating that any lost items unclaimed within an hour would be donated to charity
The realization hit him like a freight train! He quickly dropped the call and filled us in, “I think they gave away all my money, we need to go back!” I am not going to lie, seeing him all distressed and panicky left me feeling like justice was served, but it was only the beginning!
We rushed back to the restaurant, only to be met with the ultimate irony. The waiter, now wearing a grin of victory, handed him an envelope from the charity organization, thanking him for his “generous donation,” before pouring him a “complimentary drink.”
Inside were receipts detailing how the money from his wallet provided meals for several homeless individuals that evening!
Silence enveloped him, a rare moment of humility overtaking the usual pomp and bluster. My husband took this moment to gently address his father’s behavior, igniting a heartfelt discussion about respect, gratitude, and the ripple effect of our actions.
“Dad, you know what you did to that waiter was wrong, and it’s probably why you forgot your wallet at the restaurant,” he told him when we got to the safety of the car. “You always have this idea that you can do anything you want and there won’t be consequences,” Sam continued.
With tears in his eyes, he added, “You know that’s part of the reason why Mom isn’t with us today.”
What my husband was referring to was how Benjamin ended up living with us because his wife, Sam’s mother, divorced him and took everything. My FIL repeatedly cheated on Diana, a sweet and loving woman who would’ve given the world to Benjamin.
When she finally got tired of his entitlement, she took him to the cleaners in court, sharing a folder and footage of years of private investigations she’d done on her husband to prove his guilt. She’d known throughout his marriage about his infidelity but only confronted him once or twice, where he pompously told her
However, he definitely “answered” to her when she filed for divorce and won everything before selling it all and relocating to another country. Only Sam and I had contact with her via texts and sometimes video calls.
It was a painful yet cathartic experience for all, especially for my FIL, who had never acknowledged facing the consequences of his entitlement in such a direct and immediate way. The incident at the restaurant and Sam’s heartfelt confrontation marked a turning point, not just for my FIL but for our family as a whole.
The lesson from karma was a clear and profound one that led the man who once embodied entitlement and arrogance to vow to change. He began a journey of volunteering and connection with those he had overlooked—the homeless people who’d benefited from his loss.
Our family dinners, once tense affairs, transformed into sessions of meaningful conversation and laughter. My FIL, previously the source of strife, became the catalyst for unity, embodying the transformative power of kindness and empathy.
So, there it is: A story of how a misplaced wallet and a “missing” burger taught us all the invaluable lesson that no act of kindness, no matter how small, goes unnoticed by the universe. Karma, in its most poetic form, reminded us that humility and compassion pave the path to true fulfillment. And for my FIL, it was a lesson learned not a moment too late.
While Linda’s story about how karma finally knocked some sense into her FIL shows how sometimes it takes time for people to get the message, here’s another story that will make you halt before doing something stupid that you’ll regret later.
Sarah’s Story about Bad Karma against Her Dad That Will Make You Think Twice before Acting Out
In a classic tale of dinner drama turned karma jackpot, a Reddit user, let’s call him John, recounts a meal out with his then-fiancée, Sarah, and her less-than-stellar dad. Picture this: a cozy restaurant scene, our couple, and the dad who’s had a history of favoring his new family over Sarah.
As the night winds down, Dad offers to foot the bill, a gesture that seems nice until Sarah’s request for a to-go box for her leftovers sparks his snide remark about wasted fridge space. John, ever the knight in shining armor, steps in,
But, oh, does that ruffle Dad’s feathers! He throws a fit, tossing the bill at John and storming out with a dramatic “FINE!” Poor Sarah’s caught in the middle, upset at John for stirring the pot. Now, here’s where the universe decides to spice things up.
While waiting for the bill, tensions high and Dad lurking outside, the waiter reveals they’re in the middle of an “every bill’s a winner” contest. Usually, it’s a free drink or appetizer on the line, but not tonight. Tonight, John and Sarah hit the jackpot – a trip for four to sunny Florida, all because karma decided Dad’s departure was the perfect moment for a grand prize win!And so, our couple learns that sometimes, standing up for your loved ones not only brings you closer but might just land you a vacation in the process. As for Dad, well, let’s hope he’s learned something about kindness and maybe, just maybe, he’ll get a postcard from Florida. For those enjoying the swiftness of karma, there are four more stories like Sarah’s included here!
Teacher Found Out That Kids Were Bullying a Poor Boy about the Sweater His Grandmother Knitted for Him
A young boy’s heart shatters when cruel classmates mock the sweater his grandmother lovingly knitted for him. But one teacher’s act of kindness stitches his heart back together, proving that real heroes don’t always wear capes.
The schoolbag felt like a boulder on Dylan’s tiny shoulders as he trudged home, kicking pebbles along the cracked sidewalk. His hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, and his eyes were fixed on the ground. What burden could an 8-year-old possibly bear?
An upset young boy walking on the road | Source: Pexels
It was the new trend at school and all the kids were buzzing about wearing superhero-themed jerseys the next day. All except Dylan.
His heart sank as he thought about his grandma Mariam, or Mimi as he called her. He knew she couldn’t afford one.
A sad young boy with his eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney
As he approached their little cottage nestled at the far end of the picturesque street, he spotted Mariam in their little backyard, her wrinkled hands carefully plucking beetroots from the soil.
“Mimi, I need to talk to you,” Dylan called out, his voice tinged with frustration.
“Be there in a jiffy, sweetie!” Mariam chirped back.
An older woman with a warm smile | Source: Midjourney
Dylan stomped into the house, flinging his schoolbag. It knocked over an old framed photo of baby Dylan cradled in his parents’ arms. The glass cracked, a spider web spreading across their smiling faces.
Dylan’s heart clenched as he looked at the photo, remembering the story Mariam had told him countless times.
His parents had died in a tragic car crash when he was just one year old. Since then, Mariam had been his rock, his everything.
A broken framed photo of a couple with a baby | Source: Midjourney
She’d raised him alone, scraping by on what little she earned selling homemade cookies, fresh eggs from their backyard chickens, and her hand-knitted items around town.
It wasn’t much, but Mariam had always made sure Dylan never went without love.
She hurried in, her apron stained with dirt. “What’s wrong, my little man?”
An emotional senior woman | Source: Midjourney
Dylan looked up, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Can… can you buy me a superhero jersey, Mimi? Please? It has to be Spiderman!”
“Oh, honey,” Mariam’s voice cracked. “Let me see what I can do.”
Her heart raced as she scurried around the house, checking every nook and cranny where she might have stashed away a few dollars. Cookie jars, pillowcases, even the rusty tin behind the peeling wallpaper. All empty.
A sad, disheartened young boy | Source: Midjourney
With trembling hands, she counted the meager savings she’d scraped together. Ten dollars. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had.
“I’ll be right back, sweetie,” she called out, her voice steady despite the worry gnawing at her insides.
The bell above the door jingled as Mariam entered Smalltown Styles, the only kids’ clothing store for miles. Her eyes lit up when she spotted a lone Spiderman jersey hanging on the display.
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“How much for that one?” she asked, pointing with a shaky finger.
The shopkeeper smiled apologetically. “That’s our last one, ma’am. Sixty-five dollars.”
Mariam’s face fell. “Oh… I see. Thank you anyway.”
A Spiderman-themed jersey on display in a cloth store | Source: Midjourney
As she turned to leave, the shopkeeper called out, “Wait! We’re having a sale next week. Maybe you could—”
But Mariam was already gone, the bell’s cheerful jingle doing little to ease her heavy heart.
Back home, Mariam found Dylan curled up in bed, his small frame wracked with silent sobs. She gently shook him awake for dinner, a humble meal of porridge with boiled beetroot and eggs.
Dylan ate quietly. It seemed unusual to Mariam, but she understood.
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“Time for your bedtime prayer, sweetie,” she reminded him softly.
Dylan mumbled through the familiar words, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.
For the first time since he could remember, he crawled under the covers without giving Mariam a goodnight kiss.
Side shot of a distressed young boy | Source: Midjourney
As soon as she heard his breathing even out, Mariam sprang into action.
She crept into Dylan’s room and carefully removed the worn Spiderman poster peeling from the wall. Back in her room, she fired up her old knitting machine, determination etched on her face.
Through the night she worked, her arthritic fingers flying over the yarn, shaping it into a familiar red and blue pattern.
An older woman using a knitting machine | Source: Midjourney
As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the window, Mariam held up her creation—a woolen Spiderman sweater, crafted with love in every stitch.
“Dylan, honey! I’ve got a surprise for you! It’s in the dining room!” Mariam called out, her voice hoarse from lack of sleep but brimming with excitement.
Dylan shuffled into the dining room, his eyes widening as he saw the sweater laid out on the table.
A Spiderman-themed knitwear laid on a table | Source: Midjourney
For a split second, disappointment flashed across his face, but he quickly masked it with a smile.
“I love it, Mimi!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her waist.
As Dylan headed off to school, Mariam watched him go, her heart swelling with pride. She didn’t notice the slight droop in his shoulders or the way he tugged nervously at the sweater’s sleeves.
“Have a great day, my little superhero!” she called after him.
Dylan smiled, not knowing what awaited him.
A smiling boy sporting a Spiderman-themed sweater | Source: Midjourney
The classroom erupted into laughter the moment Dylan stepped through the door. His cheeks burned as he heard the jeers and taunts from his classmates.
“Did you find that in the trash?” one boy shouted.
“Woolen Spiderman! That’s hilarious!” a girl chimed in, her pigtails bouncing as she giggled.
“Hey, Dylan! Did your grandma mistake you for a sheep?” another boy called out, causing a fresh wave of laughter.
Kids laughing in a classroom | Source: Midjourney
A girl in the front row wrinkled her nose and said loudly, “Eww, it probably smells like mothballs and old people!”
Dylan’s vision blurred with tears. He spun on his heel and bolted from the room, nearly colliding with his teacher Mr. Pickford in the hallway.
“Dylan? What’s wrong?” Mr. Pickford called after him, but Dylan was already out of sight.
A sad boy with his eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney
Frowning, Mr. Pickford strode into the classroom where the cruel laughter continued.
“Did you see his face?” a boy snickered.
“Yeah, he looked like he was gonna cry!” another chimed in.
“Guess Spiderman can’t save him from bad fashion!” a girl added, sending the class into another fit of giggles.
Mr. Pickford’s eyes narrowed as he took in the scene.
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The laughter died instantly as the children noticed his presence. His gaze swept over their suddenly guilty faces, understanding dawning in his eyes.
He strode across the classroom, his footsteps echoing in the abrupt silence. Mr. Pickford pursed his lips, a plan already forming in his mind.
“I see,” he softly whispered to himself. “Well, class, I think it’s time for an important lesson: one that’s not in your textbooks.”
With that, the dismissal bell rang. As the students filed out, Mr. Pickford couldn’t shake the feeling that something unexpected was in store for the coming Monday.
Side view of a teacher in a classroom | Source: Midjourney
The weekend crawled by for Dylan. He dreaded Monday morning but he couldn’t bear to disappoint his grandma. So, with a heavy heart, he pulled on the Spiderman sweater and trudged to school.
As he entered the classroom, Dylan braced himself for another round of mockery. But the room was eerily quiet. Every eye was fixed on him, but not with derision. Instead, with something that looked almost like… admiration?
“Ah, there’s my superhero partner!” a familiar voice boomed from the corner.
A startled little boy | Source: Midjourney
Dylan’s jaw dropped. There stood Mr. Pickford, grinning from ear to ear, wearing an identical Spiderman sweater.
“What do you say we take a picture in our awesome sweaters?” Mr. Pickford suggested, pulling out his phone.
Tears welled up in Dylan’s eyes, but this time, they were tears of joy. As Mr. Pickford’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, Dylan felt a warmth spread through his chest.
“How… how did you know, Mr. Pickford?” he whispered.
A teacher sporting a Spiderman-themed sweater in the classroom | Source: Midjourney
Mr. Pickford winked. “Let’s just say a little birdie told me. Or should I say, a very talented grandma knitted me one last weekend!”
Dylan’s eyes widened in realization. “Mimi made yours too?”
Mr. Pickford nodded, his eyes twinkling. “She’s quite the artist, your Mimi. You’re a lucky boy, Dylan.”
A thoughtful little boy looking ahead | Source: Midjourney
As they posed for the photo, Dylan’s classmates gathered around, oohing and aahing over the matching sweaters. For the first time in days, Dylan felt his lips curve into a genuine smile.
Two days had passed since the incident, and Dylan was basking in the newfound peace in the classroom. As he rounded the corner to their cottage that afternoon, he skidded to a halt. A line of fancy cars stretched down the street, and a crowd of people milled about in their front yard.
“Mimi?” a terrified Dylan called out, pushing through the throng.
Cars parked outside a house | Source: Pexels
He found her sitting at a table, surrounded by parents waving money and placing orders.
Mariam’s eyes sparkled as she scribbled down requests for Superman sweaters, Wonder Woman cardigans, and even a few Hulk hoodies.
“Dylan!” she exclaimed when she spotted him. “Look at all these nice people who want sweaters just like yours!”
An older woman smiling warmly | Source: Midjourney
Dylan’s chest swelled with pride. He watched as his grandma’s skilled hands flew over her knitting machine, creating masterpiece after masterpiece. The cottage that had once felt so empty now buzzed with life and laughter.
As the fiery orb of the sun descended, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Mariam packed away her yarn and needles. She turned to Dylan with a mischievous grin.
“What do you say we celebrate, my little superhero? I hear the amusement park has a new Spiderman ride!”
Dylan’s eyes lit up. “Really, Mimi? Can we go?”
A cheerful young boy | Source: Midjourney
Mariam laughed, a sound as warm and comforting as the sweater Dylan wore. “Of course we can, pumpkin. After all, every superhero needs a day off sometimes!”
As they walked hand in hand towards the twinkling lights of the fairground, Dylan looked up at his grandmother. In the fading light, he could almost see a halo around her silver hair.
“I love you, Mimi. So, so, so much!” he chirped.
Mariam gently squeezed his hand, her eyes glistening. “I love you too, sweetie. To the moon and back.”
A happy little boy looking up | Source: Midjourney
And as they stepped into the whirl of colors and laughter, Dylan realized something important: Life might get tough sometimes, but there are guardian angels watching over us. Sometimes they wear teacher’s badges, and sometimes they knit Spiderman sweaters! But they’re always there, ready to wrap us in love when we need it most.
Silhouette of a little boy walking with his grandma | Source: Midjourney
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