A single mother of a six-year-old daughter named Penny was preparing dinner and setting the table, a loud crash interrupted their peaceful moment.
Her living room window shattered into pieces, and glass flew everywhere, ruining the meal she had worked hard to prepare. Penny was terrified, trembling as she realized the cause of the noise—a baseball that had nearly hit her in the head, missing by just an inch.
Angela, both shocked and upset, took Penny into her arms to comfort her. She knew immediately who was responsible for the damage. For months, the teenage son of their wealthy next-door neighbor had been using the neighborhood as his personal baseball field.
The 15-year-old boy would hit baseballs that flew into people’s yards, causing chaos. He had even injured an elderly neighbor, Mrs. Harrison, and sent another neighbor to the hospital. Despite all this, the boy’s father, a rich and influential man, allowed his son to do whatever he wanted without consequences. None of the neighbors dared to confront him, fearing his power.
But this time, Angela had had enough. She understood the importance of sports for kids, but the boy’s reckless behavior was unacceptable. Determined to confront the situation, Angela marched over to the neighbor’s house, ball in hand. She found the boy’s father polishing his expensive car.
Angela told him about the broken window and how his son had almost hit her daughter. Instead of apologizing, the neighbor looked down on her, claiming she had no proof that his son was responsible. He refused to pay for the window and dismissed her, saying he had a birthday party to plan. As Angela turned to leave, he turned on his sprinklers, soaking her in water.
That night, as the neighbor’s extravagant birthday party was in full swing, Angela noticed something unusual. A group of young men, all wearing football jerseys, gathered in front of the rich neighbor’s house.
They lined up and began kicking footballs at his home, shattering windows and sending guests into a panic. The neighbor was furious, yelling and chasing the young men, but they were much faster than him and easily escaped.
The next morning, the furious neighbor came banging on Angela’s door, accusing her of ruining his party. But Angela calmly reminded him of his own words, asking if he had any proof that she was responsible. Furious, he left without another word.
Later, Mrs. Harrison, the elderly neighbor who had also suffered from the boy’s baseballs, stopped by Angela’s house. She asked Angela if she had enjoyed watching the neighbor’s party get ruined. Angela was surprised and asked if Mrs. Harrison had planned it.
With a chuckle, Mrs. Harrison revealed that her grandson’s football team owed her a favor, and she had decided to call it in. It turned out that karma sometimes needed a little help, and Mrs. Harrison had given it the push it needed.
