After losing my husband in a tragic accident, I worked day and night to provide for my kids. When my minivan broke down, my flashy neighbor Cheryl offered me her “barely used” Toyota for $2,500. Desperate, I bought it — but just a day later, it broke down. The mechanic confirmed: the engine was shot, and Cheryl had to have known.
She slammed the door in my face when I confronted her. But as I was cleaning out the car, I found something under the seat — a leather bag with $7,000 in cash and a note addressed to Cheryl.
When she came begging for it, I reminded her of her own words: “No warranties, no returns. That’s how it works in the real world.” Then I shut my door.
She vanished soon after, and I sold the car for parts. I ended up with a working Honda, a rebuilt emergency fund, and a lesson: sometimes karma really knows how to drive the point home.
