NEIGHBOR: “I demand you sell that old junk car! It’s polluting the air my kids breathe!”
ME: “Oh really? Are you offering to buy me a new one?”
NEIGHBOR: “If you don’t get rid of it within a week, I’ll make sure you do!”
I laughed off his “threat,” BUT a week later, I went outside and found my car completely covered in ice! There hadn’t even been rain! And there he was, sitting on his porch, sipping coffee with a smug look, saying, “Careful — looks like it’s raining every night!”
It took me five hours to scrape all that ice off. He was so pleased with himself, but little did he know karma had its own plans for him that very night!
Around midnight, I woke up to a strange sound, like a huge blast of water. Thinking he was messing with my car again, I peeked outside.
But when I saw what was really going on, I burst out laughing!
When my wealthy neighbor Tom called my old sedan an “eyesore,” he took matters into his own hands by freezing it solid overnight. That same night, karma struck back.
The car, a cherished memento of my late father, was more than transportation—it was a symbol of his memory. But Tom, in his condescending arrogance, saw it as a blight on our upscale neighborhood. After a heated confrontation, he threatened I’d need to replace it.
One freezing morning, I discovered my car encased in ice. While I chipped away for hours, seething with anger, Dad’s advice echoed: “The best revenge is living well.” That night, a fire hydrant burst, freezing Tom’s home and luxury SUV into an icy sculpture.
The next day, I offered to help him scrape the ice. Surprised, he apologized, handing me $5,000 to fix my car. Instead, I used it to restore my dad’s beloved sedan into a gleaming classic, making it a standout in the neighborhood.
Dad always said class is about kindness, not possessions. Sometimes, the best revenge isn’t revenge at all—it’s rising above.
