12 Real Stories That Prove Karma Always Shows Up (Eventually)

The adage “What goes around, comes around” is one that we have all heard. However, it can be genuinely unforgettable when it does occur, particularly when karma appears in real time.

These twelve first-person accounts demonstrate how justice can be served at the ideal moment. Some are poetic. Some are humorous. Others were like a kick to the gut. In any case, they demonstrate that you can never truly get away with it.

Story 01: “Is This All I’m Worth?”

I proposed to my then-girlfriend Becky when I was barely 21 years old. It happened at a large family get-together. Everyone was observing.

“Is this all I’m worth?” she snapped, wrinkled her nose, and glanced at the ring. loud enough to be heard by all.

I was devastated.

I moved on, cut her out of my life, and started to get better.

Her father called me in tears two weeks later. “Please come see Becky, son,” he begged. She is in a severe state of depression. Her current partner is eighteen years her senior. She desires to wed him. We implore you to prevent her from destroying her life.

I remained silent. I ended the call. I was required by her father, who used to treat me as though I wasn’t worthy of her.

Karma had responded previously.

Story 02: “Three Girls, Three Affairs”

I made a series of bad decisions between the ages of 17 and 20: I dated three different ladies who were already in committed relationships.

It was incorrect. I was aware of that. However, I always reminded myself that it wasn’t my issue.

I married a woman I loved very much years later. We had a baby.

Then she had three different men cheat on me. The final one? He still has her. The second child she is having, the one I assumed would be ours, is his.

That is karma in its most unadulterated form.

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Story 4: “The Chair Got the Last Word”

My mom and I were having lunch at a museum cafe. I located a table while she went to fetch supper.

“Someone’s sitting here,” I said respectfully to a man as I sat down, gesturing to the other chair.

He disregarded me. took the chair in any case. He was too small for me to stop.

He took a seat close by with his supper, and the chair gave way under him. He dropped his lunch into his lap.

There is spaghetti everywhere.

Karma did what I was unable to do, and I silently observed.

Story 5: “Justice in the Serving of Spaghetti and Sauce”

It was just another lunch break. A convenience store with daily promotions was where I went. It was spaghetti that day.

A woman physically shoulder-checked me to cut the line as she pushed her way by me while I was getting a drink from the cooler.

She walked confidently to the exit after taking two orders of pasta.

She turned to wave at someone as she got to the door, and then—boom. The tray slipped. Her white shirt was covered with sauce.

After that, I didn’t need dessert.

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Story 07: The Sandwich Trap

At work, I was going hungry. I discovered a gourmet sandwich with turkey, avocado, and crispy bacon when I opened the workplace refrigerator. Much superior to my PB&J.

No name. Nobody is looking. I took it. consumed it all.

I brought my customary lunch the following day, and after taking a bite, I almost choked. It was scorching hot. My throat ached. I started to cry.

I then noticed the sticky note that read, “To the person who stole my lunch—I hope you enjoyed the surprise. :)” in the refrigerator.

The last sandwich I ever stole was that one.

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Story 9: “Loud Mouth, Wrong Store”

I’m employed at a pizzeria. A pizza box was slapped on the counter by a woman who barged in one day.

She yelled, “This isn’t what I ordered.” “How are you going to handle this?”

She continued, accusing us of being foolish and threatening to terminate us.

“Ma’am, that pizza came from the place across the street,” I remarked as she finally stopped to catch her breath.

She cast her gaze downward. Blinked. and left without saying anything.

My coworker and I were laughing uncontrollably.

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Story 11:”A Harsh Wish Comes True”

In high school, I was sixteen. During English class, I got into a furious dispute with a student.

I yelled, “I hope you get into a car accident!” at one point.

I was driving my aunt around later that day. I struck a parked vehicle.

There were no other injuries. However, the lesson about what you put out into the world was unpleasant.

The first and final occasion I ever wished someone harm was that day.

Story 12: “The Disguised Cop”

I was approaching slower traffic in the left lane. Behind me, a man began tailgating violently.

I eased into the right lane and let him pass instead of accelerating.

His passenger flipped me off and screamed as he sped by, leaning out the window.

What was he unaware of? An unmarked state trooper was just behind me when I pulled in.

In a matter of seconds, the trooper hit the lights and pulled him over.

That was the fast-forward version of karma.

Karma doesn’t always manifest itself immediately. It hits differently when it does, though.

These stories serve as reminders in addition to being enjoyable entertainment. Every decision counts. The cosmos has a way of reacting, whether it is a nice or harsh gesture.

Be good, then. Be just. And when you’re wronged?

Do not be concerned.

Karma is always on time.