12 Times Life Clapped Back With Next-Level Karma

Karma can manifest in surprising ways to restore equilibrium in our lives. This collection presents 12 remarkable accounts of individuals receiving their rightful consequences. These narratives illustrate the influence of karma, featuring unforeseen turns and timely retribution.

Story 1:
I proposed to my girlfriend, Becky, during a family gathering. Upon seeing the ring, she frowned and exclaimed, “Is this all I’m worth?” At 21, I was unable to afford a more extravagant ring. I never saw her again and removed her from all my social media platforms.

Two weeks later, her father called me, visibly upset. His voice trembled as he said, “Son, we need your help! Please come see Becky!”

Before I could reply, he continued, “After your breakup, she fell into a deep depression and became involved with a much older man. Now she wants to marry him! He is 18 years her senior. You’re the only one who can prevent her from making this impulsive choice.”

I hung up. I had moved on and realized I was far better off without her. Her father had always regarded me with disdain, treating me as if I were inferior. This situation felt like a manifestation of karma.

Story 2:
From the age of 17 to 20, I formed friendships and romantic relationships with three girls who were already committed to other partners.

After marrying and welcoming our first child, my wife betrayed me by cheating with three different men—the last of whom she is still with. They are now expecting her second child, the one I had hoped to give her.

Story 3:
One day, I visited a museum with my mother, and we decided to grab some food. I went ahead to secure a table while she went to get our meals. As I sat down, a man approached and attempted to take the other chair at our table.

I informed him, “There’s someone sitting there,” but he ignored me and removed the chair anyway. At that time, I was too young to assert myself further. Shortly after, I watched him sit down in the chair with his food, only for it to break beneath him, causing his meal to spill all over him.A few years ago, during my lunch break at work, I hurried to a convenience store that was offering a lunch special of spaghetti that day.

Upon entering the store, I made my way to the back to select a drink from the coolers, then proceeded toward the line forming for lunch. An older woman, noticing my approach, forcefully pushed her way in front of me, even shoulder-checking me in the process.

She ordered two servings of spaghetti, which were served in a Styrofoam compartment tray. As she walked toward the exit, she encountered an acquaintance and began to greet them. Meanwhile, I completed my purchase and exited the store.

While heading to my truck, I suddenly heard a loud “OOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFF.” Turning around, I saw that the woman had dropped her plate, and spaghetti along with meat sauce was splattered all over her white shirt.

In another instance, I was feeling quite hungry and opened the office refrigerator to discover an appealing sandwich—turkey, avocado, and crispy bacon—far superior to my usual peanut butter and jelly. I glanced around to ensure no one was watching, seized the sandwich, devoured it entirely, and discarded the wrapper as if it had never existed.

The following day, I returned with my own sandwich, which was once again peanut butter and jelly. After taking a large bite, I was met with an overwhelming sensation; my tongue felt scorched, and my throat burned. I rushed to the sink, gulping down water.

Then, I noticed a sticky note in the fridge that read: “To the person who stole my lunch, I added a little something special to yours today. Enjoy. :)”

In another scenario, while working at the pizza place, a woman burst in and slammed a pizza onto the counter, exclaiming, “This isn’t the pizza I ordered. What are you going to do about it?”

I glanced at the pizza, then at my colleague Nick, before responding, “Nothing.” She launched into a lengthy tirade, berating us about our incompetence and threatening our jobs, demanding to know why we weren’t taking action.

I replied, “Because that pizza came from the shop across the street.” At that moment, she seemed to shrink in stature, appearing so pitiful that I almost felt sympathy for her.Story 11:
This incident occurred when I was 16 years old and a junior in high school. During an English class, I found myself in a heated argument with a classmate, which escalated to the point where I exclaimed, “I hope you get into a car accident.” Later that evening, while driving my aunt, I unfortunately collided with a parked car. It felt like a clear case of karma. © TheWayfaringDreamer / Reddit

Story 12:
While driving in the passing lane on the highway, I was gradually approaching a few vehicles in the right lane. As the speed limit was about to drop, a car behind me was approaching at a high speed. Instead of accelerating to overtake the traffic on my right, I chose to slow down and merge behind them, with the fast-moving car right behind me. Once I switched to the right lane, the car behind me sped past, honking its horn, while the passenger leaned out of the window, shouting at me. It turned out that the vehicle I had merged behind was an unmarked state trooper, who quickly pulled over the aggressive driver. Justice was served. © OddEbbb / Reddit