Karma can intervene in unexpected ways to restore balance in life. This compilation features 12 extraordinary stories of people receiving their just rewards. These stories demonstrate the power of karma, with unexpected twists and well-timed payback.

Story 1:

I proposed to Becky at a family gathering, thinking it would be a beautiful moment. Instead, she looked at the ring, wrinkled her nose, and blurted out, “Is this seriously all you think I’m worth?” Her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

I was only 21. I couldn’t afford anything extravagant. But that didn’t matter to her.

That was the last time I saw Becky. I erased every trace of her from my life—blocked her, deleted our photos, moved on.

Two weeks later, my phone rang. Her dad. His voice was trembling. “Please,” he begged, “we need your help. It’s Becky.”

I barely had time to process before he continued, frantic. “After you two split up, she spiraled. Now she’s involved with some guy nearly twice her age. Eighteen years older! She wants to marry him. You’re the only one who can stop her from making a terrible mistake.”

I let out a slow breath. Then I hung up.

The same man who once treated me like I wasn’t good enough was now begging for my help. But I had moved on. I saw Becky for who she really was. And honestly? This felt like karma.

Story 2:

From the time I was 17 until I turned 20, I found myself repeatedly entangled with girls who were already committed to serious relationships—whether as friends, romantic interests, or something in between.

Years later, I got married and welcomed my first child into the world. Then history came full circle. My wife cheated on me—not just once, but with three different men. The last one? She’s still with him. And now, they’re expecting a child together—the very child I once dreamed of having with her.

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Story 4:

One time, I was at a museum or showroom with my mom, and we decided to grab some food. I went ahead to find a table while she got in line. After sitting down, I noticed a man approaching and reaching for the other chair at my table.

I quickly said, “Sorry, that seat’s taken,” but he completely ignored me and took it anyway. I was too young to do much about it, so I just watched as he carried the chair over to his own table.

Then, as soon as he sat down—CRACK! The chair gave out beneath him, sending his food flying all over him.

Story 5:

A few years back, during my lunch break, I rushed over to a convenience store that had a daily lunch special. That day, it was spaghetti.

I walked in, headed straight to the coolers for a drink, and made my way toward the line. Just as I was about to step in, an older woman aggressively cut in front of me—full-on shoulder-checked me like we were in a football game.

She ordered two plates of spaghetti, each in a Styrofoam tray. As she turned to leave, she spotted someone she knew at the entrance and started chatting. I paid for my food and headed out.

Just as I was walking toward my truck, I heard a loud “OOOOOOOFFFFF!”

I turned around to see the same woman standing frozen, spaghetti and sauce smeared all over her once-white shirt, her empty tray on the ground.

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Story 7:

I was starving. I opened the office fridge and spotted a sandwich that looked incredible—thick slices of turkey, creamy avocado, crispy bacon. Way better than the sad peanut butter and jelly waiting at my desk.

I glanced around. No witnesses. Without hesitation, I grabbed the sandwich, devoured every bite, and ditched the wrapper like it had never existed.

The next day, I brought my usual PB&J. Took a big bite… and immediately regretted it. My mouth was on fire. My throat burned. I sprinted to the sink, gulping down water like my life depended on it.

That’s when I noticed a bright yellow sticky note on the fridge:

“To the person who stole my lunch, I added a little something special to yours today. Enjoy. :)”

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Story 9:

As I stood behind the counter at the pizza shop where I worked, a woman burst in, slammed a pizza box down, and glared at me.

“This isn’t what I ordered! What are you going to do about it?” she snapped.

I glanced at the pizza, then at my coworker Nick, then back at her. “Nothing,” I said simply.

That set her off. She launched into a full-blown rant about how we were incompetent, how we’d definitely lose our jobs, and how completely unacceptable this was. Finally, she demanded to know why we weren’t doing anything to fix it.

I shrugged. “Because that pizza came from the shop across the street.”

For a moment, she just stood there, frozen. Then, as realization dawned, she seemed to physically shrink. She looked so utterly humiliated that I almost felt bad—almost. But the sight was so ridiculous, I couldn’t help it. I laughed so hard, tears streamed down my face.

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Story 11:

This actually happened to me. I was 16, a junior in high school.

One day in English class, I got into a pretty intense argument with a classmate. Frustrated, I snapped, “I hope you get into a car accident.”

That evening, while driving my aunt around, I crashed—into a parked car. If that’s not karma, I don’t know what is.

Story 12:

I was cruising in the passing lane, gradually approaching a few cars in the right lane. Up ahead, the speed limit was about to drop, and suddenly, another car sped up behind me, clearly in a hurry. Instead of punching the gas to overtake the traffic on my right, I eased off and merged behind them—bringing the impatient driver right along with me.

The second I moved over, the car behind me floored it, blasting past while laying on the horn. Their passenger was halfway out the window, screaming something at me as they zoomed by.

Turns out, the car I had just slipped in behind? An unmarked state trooper. And just like that, flashing lights came on, and the reckless driver got pulled over.

Karma, served cold.