My rich neighbor’s son broke my window—they refused to pay, but karma had a surprise for them

Angela, a hardworking single mother, was finishing up a family dinner when disaster struck. Her cozy evening with her 6-year-old daughter Penny was interrupted by the loud crash of their living room window shattering. Glass flew everywhere, covering the food she had carefully prepared. But the worst part was that a baseball, only inches from hitting Penny, had caused the chaos.

Angela immediately pulled her frightened daughter into her arms, trying to calm her down. She knew it was time to address the growing issue: their neighbor’s son, a 15-year-old who had turned the neighborhood into his personal baseball field.

Over the past few months, the boy had caused havoc with his baseball obsession. The neighborhood had suffered broken windows and worse—Mrs. Harrison, the elderly neighbor, had been hit so hard by a flying baseball while gardening that she needed time to recover. Yet, no one dared confront the boy’s father. He was wealthy, powerful, and had a reputation for letting his son get away with anything. The neighbors, scared of his influence, stayed silent.

But Angela had had enough. She understood the value of sports, especially for kids, but this boy’s reckless behavior was too dangerous. Grabbing the baseball, now covered in blueberry pie from its messy landing, Angela marched over to her neighbor’s mansion. She found the boy’s father polishing his luxury car and explained what had happened, expecting an apology or at least an offer to pay for the broken window.

Instead, the man dismissed her. He smugly claimed she had no proof it was his son’s doing and refused to take responsibility. He even threatened to call the police on her for trespassing and, in a final act of pettiness, turned on the sprinklers, drenching Angela as she walked away.

That evening, Angela watched from her shattered window as the man hosted an extravagant birthday party, complete with a live band and fancy catering. But just as the party got into full swing, a group of young men in jerseys appeared. Lined up in front of the man’s house, they launched footballs at his windows, shattering them one by one. Guests screamed in shock, and the man ran after the boys in a fit of rage, but they easily outran him.

The next morning, Angela was greeted by an angry knock on her door. Her neighbor stood there, fuming, accusing her of ruining his party. Calmly, Angela asked, “But do you have proof it was me?”—echoing the same dismissive words he had thrown at her the day before. Furious, he stormed off.

Later that day, Mrs. Harrison, the elderly neighbor who had been hit by the boy’s baseball, stopped by Angela’s house. With a sly smile, she asked if Angela had enjoyed the sight of their neighbor’s party being ruined. Angela was stunned. “Mrs. Harrison, was that you?” she asked.

With a chuckle, Mrs. Harrison revealed that her grandson’s football team had owed her a favor, and they were more than happy to help teach the neighbor a lesson. Sometimes, it seems, karma just needs a little push.

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