3 True Stories of Karma: When Mockers Faced Unexpected Consequences

3 Real-Life Stories Where Mockers Got What They Deserved

Persuaded that their words or deeds won’t come back to harm them, some people simply can’t help but bring others down. However, karma occasionally intervenes in a way they didn’t anticipate.

The roles of people who believed they could ridicule, intimidate, or denigrate without repercussions are reversed in these three gripping tales.

These true stories demonstrate that sometimes what goes around truly does come around, from high school drama to workplace tormentors receiving a severe lesson to familial conflict.

On the plane, a wealthy man makes fun of a poor, heavy woman until he hears the captain’s voice addressing her

The trip from LAX to Portland was expected to go smoothly. To be honest, I only intended to journal or scribble in my notebook. But as soon as I spotted the wealthy man seated across the aisle from me, everything changed.

He was scowling at the bigger woman sitting next to him, who was obviously merely attempting to get comfortable. As she fastened her seatbelt, I could hear him muttering something, and he virtually sprung out of his chair as her elbow touched him.

He screamed, “Watch it!” loud enough to turn a few heads.

The lady’s cheeks flushed.

Calmly, “Oh, I’m so sorry, sir,” she said.

He scoffed, looking over her. “Sorry?” he asked. “Maybe you should apologize for the thousands of doughnuts you ate to get to that size.”

Some of the passengers gasped, and I became enraged. The woman’s eyes were welling with tears, and she appeared completely broken.

“Sir, I…” she started.

He rolled his eyes and interrupted, saying, “Next time you travel, make sure to reserve two seats.” “Because you clearly need them.”

The woman’s shoulders trembled as she turned toward the window. The man smirked, looking around as though he thought everyone would laugh at him. We all just stared in disbelief at his harshness instead.

The flight attendant appeared to want to say something but refrained, probably in an effort to maintain her professionalism.

The man wasted no time when the beverages cart arrived, which was less than five minutes later.

He made a terrible impression of James Bond when he stated, “I’ll have a martini, shaken, not stirred,” “And I don’t know what Moby Dick here will drink…”

The flight attendant leaned down to the woman next to him, but her jaws clenched.

“Ma’am, would you like something to drink?” she responded.

With a feeble smile, the woman wiped her face.

“A diet Coke, please,” she uttered.

“Diet Coke?” sneered the man. “A little late for that, don’t you think?”

As the flight attendant served them, everyone fell silent. Instead of answering his questions, the woman next to him merely dabbed at her eyes while staring out the window.

After some time, the attendant came back carrying meal platters. After placing a platter before him, she turned to face the woman.

“I’ll be right back with yours, Miss Jones. The captain has requested you up in the cockpit when you’re ready.”

I saw the man’s face contort in shock.

She smiled shyly, her cheeks still pink, and he said to himself, “Miss Jones?” The man was forced to get up and let her pass as she got up to follow the attendant.

It was almost comical how upset he appeared.

Shortly afterward, the voice of the captain emerged from the speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest on board! If you’re fans of I Love Opera, you may recognize her voice!”

We all turned when a remarkable, distinct voice began to sing a few notes from a well-known aria, echoing throughout the cabin. People craned their heads to catch a glimpse as they began to applaud.

“That’s right!” exclaimed the skipper. “Miss Jones is with us here today!”

As the ovation increased in volume, the man fell into his seat, his face turning white. At that moment, the flight attendant reappeared and gave him a nasty look.

“Listen up,” she commanded. “If you upset Miss Jones again, I’ll be moving you to economy.”

He was about to complain, but he closed his mouth when she arched her brow.

He said, “I’m… I’m sorry,”

“You don’t have to apologize to me,” she said icily.

Allison returned a short while later, politely signing autographs and interacting with her admirers. As she came closer, the man stood and tried to win her over with a fake smile.

“Listen,” he said. “I’m sorry if I came off a little rude. I didn’t know who you were.”

Allison’s eyes were bright when she met his.

“It shouldn’t matter who I am. You shouldn’t treat people that way, ever.”

Her voice was firm as she shook her head.

“You’re not sorry; you wouldn’t even be apologizing if I weren’t famous. I can’t change my weight overnight, but you? You can change your attitude.”

For the remainder of the flight, he remained silent, which made me question whether he had ever learned a lesson as harsh as the one Allison had just given him.

After the ambulance takes the unemployed wife away, the husband finds a note and continues to make fun of her for doing nothing

More often than not, Harry and I had been fighting, and each time he reminded me of how “little” I was doing with my life, he came up with a new method to do it.

His criticism became more intense once he received that promotion at his tech job.

Already agitated, he stormed into the dining room one morning.

He said, “Sara, where’s my new white shirt?”

I said, “In the wash, honey,” in an attempt to calm our boys, Cody and Sonny, who were observing. “It’s with the other whites.”

He glared at me.

“You knew I needed it for my meeting today, Sara. Are you so out of touch that you can’t even remember one simple thing?”

I said, “Harry, it’s a shirt,” in a quiet voice. “The presentation is what matters. Nobody will be looking at your shirt.”

He let out a sigh, as if he were talking to an idiot.

He said, “It’s not just a shirt, alright?” “This project is the reason I work day and night. While you sit at home all day, doing nothing.”

I felt like a stranger in my own house, and before I could react, he had already hurried off to get dressed, causing my stomach to turn. My heart was thumping in my chest by the time he walked away, collecting his briefcase without saying another word.

I was affected by Harry’s statements that day.

I sat down by myself in the quiet after the lads had left for school.

Taking no action, he had declared.

I remembered the innumerable meals, the innumerable evenings spent with Cody and Sonny, and the dreams I had postponed in order to maintain this family.

For all of that? For Harry to act in this manner?

As the hurt and rage that had been building inside me collided with the loneliness I had experienced for years, my hands began to shake.

Later, while I was cleaning the living room, I felt a sharp, sudden ache in my chest that left me gasping for air.

I was in the emergency room before I realized it. When I tried to explain what had happened, my sister Zara appeared beside me out of nowhere and shook her head.

With my eyes gradually acclimating to the bright hospital lighting, I questioned, “Wait, how did I get here?”

She remarked, “I stopped by, Sara,” “I came over with all the ingredients to make tacos because I thought that we could have a sister date. I found you on the floor in the living room. Don’t you remember what happened?”

“I was… I was worked up. Harry and I got into it this morning, and he said some really harsh things.”

With a soft yet stern tone, she added, “Are you kidding me, Sara? This has to stop. You need to leave him.”

Her remarks pierced deeply, arousing the ideas I had been too afraid to entertain.

Harry was anxious when he eventually arrived, but I interrupted him when he opened his mouth to speak.

“I don’t want to hear it, Harry. I can’t keep doing this.”

“Sara, I found out that you were in the hospital by note. My receptionist brought me a note during the presentation. How do you think I felt?”

“It’s always about you, isn’t it?” I responded. “I can’t keep doing this.”

I reasoned that perhaps if I repeated it, the meaning would become clear.

He attempted to downplay it and pretend that I was exaggerating, but I had already made up my mind. I felt a strange calmness for the first time when I told him I wanted a divorce.

Weeks passed, and I recovered. In the first place, I physically recovered from my hospitalized panic attack. Then, emotionally and cognitively. I concentrated on my personal goals. Even though it was challenging, I felt like I was finally living for myself when I returned to my career as an interior designer.

But I really missed Sonny and Cody. I told Harry that I needed time away from everything while I recovered, and I was certain that the boys would be looked after by my sister and our mothers. However, I was also aware that Harry would bring me before the court when the time came.

After a while, I realized I had to defend them.

I saw how much Harry had changed when we appeared in court.

He appeared worn out, scarcely able to keep his composure. Additionally, I saw a hitherto unobserved aspect of him when he testified. All of a sudden, I was facing a weary, vulnerable man who was trying to handle everything by himself.

I spoke the truth when it was my turn.

“I left because I couldn’t keep sacrificing my own dreams. But I love my kids, Your Honor. And I’m here for them now. I just needed a moment to focus on my health, so that I could be better for them… better for my family.”

When the judge decided in my favor, Cody stopped staring between us with tears in his eyes as I took the boys’ hands.

“Stop fighting,” he begged them. “You’re tearing us apart. We want to live together again.”

Everything I’d tried to ignore returned to me as I knelt next to him.

Knowing that this was not the family I had hoped for, I put my arms around them both, my heart aching.

I informed Harry that I wanted his respect when I had returned to our house and settled in.

“That’s the only way this is going to work,” I said. “And I’m working again. So we need to figure out how to run around between the kids. And don’t you dare mock me again, Harry.”

Harry gave a nod.

“I promise, Sara,” he affirmed. “I’ll be better. So much better.”

At the party, everyone makes fun of the girl wearing the cheap dress until the white limousine stops in front of her

I should have realized that throwing this party was a bad idea. When Trudy received the invitation, she was overjoyed.

“Mommy, my entire class is invited! I have to go! I can’t be the only one! Please, please, please!” she pleaded.

I almost chuckled when I learned that we had to purchase the dress from the Fontaine store. My bank account was essentially insulted by the fontaine clothes.

But I tried.

In the hopes of a miracle, I took Trudy there. But I felt sick to my stomach when I saw the price tags. I saved five times as much money on each dress as I had from last week’s advice. Disregarding the sympathy looks and murmuring voices surrounding us, I quickly squeezed Trudy’s hand and escorted her out.

Tell her, “Don’t worry, baby girl,” I said. “You’ll have a beautiful dress.”

I spent the entire night sewing after finding a fabric at home that looked like the garment we had seen.

The outfit was finished in the morning.

Trudy hugged me and whispered, “Thank you, Mom,” “I love it.”

My heart fell when I saw the other children at the gathering. They were whirling and flaunting themselves to one another while wearing expensive clothing.

They halted when they saw Trudy. There was silence at first, followed by louder whispering.

“Where’d you get that dress?”

“Her mother probably made it,” rolled her eyes and sneered.

Parents stood in groups, glancing at each other. One mother was able to be heard laughing and whispering to her friend.

“Some people should really know their place.”

Trudy moved aside, gripping her frock as though to conceal it, her face devastated.

I muttered, “It’s okay, sweetheart,” but she had already started to run in an attempt to get away from the jeering voices.

She was running so rapidly that she failed to notice the limousine parked right outside. She collided with the side of the automobile as I was running after her. The driver leaped out and screamed at her, but as soon as the man in the rear seat stepped out, he stopped talking.

The tall, attractive, and well-dressed man came out. He gave Trudy a worried glance before turning to face me. My heart skipped a beat. I recognized the face so well.

“Joe?” I gulped, hardly believing what I was seeing. “Is it really you?”

Slowly, his expression changed from bewilderment to awareness.

Under his breath, he said, “Maddy? Trudy?”

As though to demonstrate that we were all really present, the three of us gave each other hugs. I was shocked to learn that this was my spouse, Joe.

I had thought my husband was dead for five years.

Trudy held on to him.

The words “Trudy, this is your father,” I murmured quietly.

Joe’s eyes misted as he gazed at us.

He uttered, “I finally found you,” with a hint of incredulity.

He talked rapidly as he described how his life had been overtaken by amnesia after a mining accident. He had looked for me, but I had relocated to a smaller apartment with baby Trudy after his alleged death.

His words were, “This is my partner’s house,” “I’m also here for his child’s party… Trudy goes to school with her?”

I gave a nod. I didn’t sure where to begin, but I had a lot of questions. And that wasn’t appropriate here.

Joe returned to the party hall and saw the critical looks and murmurs. His jaw tensed as he glanced down at Trudy.

Gently, he said, “Why don’t we go in together?”

He reassured me, but I paused.

The muttering inside became louder. One man chuckled as parents gave us scornful looks.

“Some people just don’t know how to dress their children properly. It’s pathetic. I almost feel sorry for the kid.”

Joe gave me a smile and then turned to face the room, his shoulders squared.

“Our daughter may not wear fancy clothes, but we taught her to be kind and respectful. It’s people with souls as poor as yours who are beyond help.”

There was silence in the hall. The parents who had been whispering turned their heads swiftly, and none dared to speak.

That evening, Joe finally gave us additional details when he took us to his house. He was misidentified because he was wearing his friend’s jacket when the mine fell. In the hospital, no one paid him a visit.

Joe had established his own mining company and amassed a fortune during the years we had been apart. However, he promised to make up for all the days he had missed as he held Trudy and me that evening.

And I thought we had finally found our happy ending for the first time in years. What’s the best part? My child’s father had returned.

These tales serve as a reminder that outward appearances are deceptive and that making fun of someone frequently reveals more about the person making the joke than the target of the joke.

Justice is served in every story, demonstrating that respect and kindness are always the winning factors.