AS She was placing the last dish on the dining table and asked her sweet 6-year-old daughter to join in, a woman named Angela, a single mom of Penny and two fur babies, a dog and a cat, heard a loud noise of her living room window shattering into a million pieces. The glass shattered all over the place and on the food she put so much effort in preparing.
Penny trembled with fear and kept asking what happened. The baseball nearly hit her in the head. It flew less than an inch away.
Angela took her daughter in her arms, trying to comfort her, but she knew she needed to confront the culprit behind the act.
During the last couple of months, their first door neighbor’s son discovered baseball and the entire neighborhood turned into a practice pitch ever since with balls flying all over the place. The 15-year-old had previously hit the elderly neighbor who needed to be taken to the emergency room. Mrs. Harrison was yet another of the boy’s “victims.” While plucking weed, one of the balls hit her so hard that she needed minutes to figure out where that harsh blow came from.
In fact, most of the neighbors were forced to place wooden planks on their windows in order to prevent them to get broken by the boy whose father was filthy rich and let his son do whatever he pleased.
Because of his power and influence, none of the neighbors have addressed him about the problems his son was causing.
They were petrified of him.
But Angela had it enough. She knew just how important it was for young children and teenagers to be involved with sports, but this boy acted as though he owned the entire neighborhood, so she decided to act.
Rushing towards the boy’s place, she noticed his father polishing his extremely expensive car.
With the ball in her hand, which was all covered in blueberry pie where it landed, she told her neighbor about what had happened and that his son broke her window and nearly hit her daughter in the head.
Looking at her as though he was looking at a peasant, he said she shouldn’t be that certain it was his son who did the damage because she didn’t have any proof.
He refused to apologize and to pay for the window repair, telling her to go away because he had a birthday party to organize. What’s most, he threatened to call the police on her for trespassing. As Angela turned around ready to head home, he turned on the sprinkles and made her all wet.
Sadly, there was nothing she could do. That man was horrendous. All he cared about was himself.
That evening guests started to arrive at his place. His birthday party seemed to be spot on, with a band, disco balls, and all sort of food brought by two different catering companies.
As Angela looked through what was left from her window, she noticed an unusual sight.
A group of young men wearing jerseys and having footballs in their hands got in front of the pretentious neighbor’s home, made a line and started shooting the balls towards the house. As windows shattered, the guests could be heard screaming in shock.
The young men then left, leaving the neighbor furious. He started screaming and running towards them, but they were young and quite faster than him.
The next morning, he appeared at Angela’s doorstep. He started knocking on her door forcefully, demanding her to get outside.
“What’s wrong,” she asked with a calm voice. “Don’t pretend like you don’t knot. It was you who ruined by party,” he started accusing her.
“But do you have proof it was me?” Angela said, using his exact words.
He left furious.
A couple of hours later, Mrs. Harrison stopped by Angela’s place and asked her if she had the chance to enjoy the sight of their neighbor’s party being ruined. Angela was shocked. “Mrs. Harrison, was that you who planned all that?”
The elderly lady said that her grandson’s football team owed her a favor, and chuckled.
Well, it looks like karma needs a little push sometimes.
