Two Tales of Instant Karma, Storytime!

STORY ONE:
I’ve always been independent since a child. I was more of the type to help others, I didn’t like being helped much. Now that I’m older, I realize that we all need help sometimes, but I’d still rather do things myself.

Anyhow, when I was a child I used to get a bedtime snack before bed. I wanted an apple one night. We had high counters in our house, so it was tough for me to cut the apple, especially with the butter knife that I had. My mom came into the kitchen and offered to cut the apple for me. I told her that I no longer wanted the apple because I couldn’t cut it myself.

My mom put the apple away and told me to let her know if I change my mind. She then walked away and told me stay away from the knives. I waited until she was back upstairs, then decided to give it another shot. This time, I used the biggest, sharpest knife in the drawer.

I grabbed the apple, held it on the counter and proceeded to cut it. The large apple, my little hands, the high counters and this sharp butcher’s knife, was a recipe for the perfect storm. When I went to cut the apple, the knife slipped off the side of the apple and sliced right into my index finger.

The pain was searing, blood was pouring from my finger and I was screaming like a banshee. My mom came rushing down the stairs and rushed me to the hospital. Eight stitches and a few hours later, I was back home.

I was scolded by my mom for not listening and had a scar that I would have to live with for the rest of my life. Talk about instant karma.

STORY TWO:
I was seven years old and my dad had just gifted me a new bike. It was one that I had wanted for a while. It was a red and black X Games bike with pegs on the front and back.

I had the bike for about two weeks and all of my friends loved it. I was the coolest kid on the block, lol. It was a hot summer, so I loved to show off my new bike while I caught a breeze.

Suddenly, there was an extreme heat wave that knocked out the electricity to thousands of people. Being a kid, this really didn’t bother me. I thought it’d be fun to ride around in the dark and speed down the roads.

My mom told me not to ride around the block during the blackout, as it was not safe. I was a very obedient child, so I avoided riding beyond my parents field of view.

Being a tight-knit community, during the blackout, all the neighbors would come together and just talk. I took this as my chance to speed around the neighborhood, against my parents warning.

So, when I saw that my parents were lost in conversation with the neighbors, I started my journey around the pitch black neighborhood.

I figured that I would ride around the block and come back to show my parents that there was nothing to worry about. Unfortunately, things didn’t go quite as planned.

As soon as I made it around the block, there was another kid on a mountain bike. He looked to be about 16 years old. When he saw me approaching, he quickly leaped from his bike and aggressively pushed me off of my bike. I tumbled threw the grass and sprung up, as the adrenaline had began to rush through my veins.

By the time I could get on my feet, I saw the guy riding off into the dark on my new X Games bike, never to be seen again.

My parents were insanely upset to see me walking back home, crying my heart out. When I told them what had happened, we went riding around the neighborhood in hopes of finding the culprit.

Unfortunately, we never found my bike and I had to take it as a lesson learned in obedience. My parents bought me a new bike, but not until the following summer…thanks instant karma.

Anyhow, that’s the end of this storytime, comrades. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Like, comment, share and subscribe! Stay tuned for more awesome content!!!

3 comments

  1. ceayr · 10 Days Ago

    Why did you not grab the other kid’s mountain bike and stay mobile?

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    • Epic Empire · 10 Days Ago

      I ask myself that all the time. I guess my young mind didn’t think that far.

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  2. seekingdivineperspective · 13 Days Ago

    You call it “karma,” I call it education. Our parents don’t give us rules because it’s their job to be kill-joys, but because they love us and want us to have the best lives possible. How much more would an all-loving, all-wise heavenly Father deserve to be trusted and obeyed?
    PS The fifth commandment says to “Honor your father and mother, so that your days may be long …” (Exodus 20:12) My paraphrase: “Obey your parents, you’ll live longer.” 😉

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