A group of young students moved next to an older neighbor and wouldn’t stop blasting their music. They insulted the older man, but they soon learned that no one should mess with karma.
Mr. Adams had been living in his small two-bedroom house for many years. His dear wife passed away some time ago, and his children lived on the other side of the country. It could get lonely, but his neighborhood was amazing.
He was surrounded by caring families and tons of lovely people, especially next door. However, they were moving away soon because they needed more space for their growing family.
A group of college kids became his new neighbors | Source: Shutterstock
Mr. Adams wished them all the best and hoped that whoever filled that vacancy would be just as nice. Unfortunately, his prayers were not answered. A group of young college students moved into the house a few weeks later.
They couldn’t be older than 18, which meant fresh out of high school. Mr. Adams dreaded this situation but hoped that this group understood that they had just moved into a quiet neighborhood.
Sadly, he was wrong once again. As soon as they finished moving all their things, the teenagers started having parties. They got loud, and many other young people showed up. They didn’t turn off their music until 5 a.m. on a Monday.
Mr. Adams lived in a quiet neighborhood. | Source: Pexels
Mr. Adams had no idea what to do, but he was thinking of calling the Home Owners Association while watering his plants that morning. That’s when he saw Linda Shaw coming towards him. She lived across Mr. Adams with her husband and two preschool-aged children.
“Good morning, Mr. Adams!” she greeted.
“Good morning, Linda. How was your night?” he said.
“Oh. It was absolutely terrible. I couldn’t sleep for a second. Then my kids woke up around 2 a.m. and didn’t go back to bed until 5 a.m. when the music stopped,” Linda explained. “It’s funny because we have never had problems in this neighborhood.”
Linda came to greet Mr. Adams. | Source: Pexels
“I know what you mean. It was still a nightmare for me, though,” Mr. Adams added. “But I didn’t know if calling the cops was the right move.”
“I almost did it myself, but I didn’t want to cause any issues if they were just celebrating that first night in their new house,” she continued.
“Would the HOA help?” Mr. Adams asked.
“Maybe, although it’s hard to say why they let a group of teens move into this neighborhood. They might have connections,” Linda said. “Well, I’ve got to go. Lots of errands today, and hopefully, I can squeeze in a nap before picking up the kids.”
Mr. Adams had growing concerns about his new neighbors. | Source: Pexels
Mr. Adams said goodbye and decided to talk to these young people if they continued being loud, which probably wouldn’t happen until the weekend. But the neighbors decided to have another huge party that night, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
He went to their house and knocked on the door. A young man opened and frowned at Mr. Adams. “Hello? Can I help you?” he said.
“Young man, do you live here?” Mr. Adams asked.
“Yes. Who’s asking?” he answered.
The neighbors hosted rowdy parties. | Source: Pexels
“I’m your next-door neighbor. I need to ask you kids to keep your music down. This is a nice neighborhood with tons of families and older people,” Mr. Adams said as politely as possible.
“So? That’s not my problem. I pay rent just like anyone else, and I get to play as much music as I want to,” the young man responded rudely.
“I will call the cops if you guys don’t keep it down,” Mr. Adams threatened calmly.
“Go ahead. My dad’s the sheriff at the police station. There’s nothing you can do,” he said and smirked. “Now, go away old dude. This party doesn’t need an old fart hanging around. If you don’t like the music, move to a nursing home.”
A conceited teenager tells Mr. Adams to go away. | Source: Pexels
The teenager slammed the door in Mr. Adams’ face, the old man shocked by such insolence. Was the boy lying about his father? Would the cops really not answer his complaint? He had to try, at least.
But it looked like his neighbor was not lying because the squad car never came, and the teens enjoyed this party until 4 a.m.
“Linda, do you know if we can complain to the HOA about these young people?” Mr. Adams asked that morning after knocking on Linda’s door.
Mr. Adams talked to Linda again about their problems. | Source: Pexels
“I asked around, Mr. Adams. Last night was terrible too. I was on the phone with Mrs. Lowry, who knows everything around here. She told me that one of the teenager’s moms is part of the association,” Linda answered.
“I can’t believe this. One of them said that his father was the sheriff, and it has to be true because the cops never came after I called,” he continued.
“Mrs. Lowry said that we need to file a formal complaint to the local council with several signatures. I think a lot of people will sign it, but that takes time. My husband didn’t get any rest last night either. I don’t know how much of this we can take,” Linda said.
Linda had an idea but it will take time. | Source: Pexels
“Let’s go ahead with the complaint. I’ll help you get the signatures. In the meantime, we can tell everyone to call the HOA and the cops to see if that pressure gets a reaction,” Mr. Adams devised and went back home.
Unfortunately, it looked like these young people were really connected because the calls to the HOA and the cops didn’t help at all. But he and Linda collected all the signatures needed to file the formal complaint. They would have to wait for now.
Meanwhile, the neighbors continued having parties every single day since they moved into that house. Almost the entire neighborhood had knocked on their door to try and reason with them, but they wouldn’t listen.
Their teenage neighbors kept having parties. | Source: Pexels
One night, they added a sign over the front of their house, which read: “NO ONE SLEEPS TONIGHT!” Mr. Adams couldn’t believe this level of disrespect for others.
They even partied heavily during a huge storm. Their speakers were getting wet, but they seemed fine until a huge lightning bolt thundered and seemed to hit their equipment.
The music stopped miraculously, and when Mr. Adams peeked through his windows, he saw that the entire house had lost power. He laughed to himself and thought that nature was getting revenge on their behalf.
A lightning storm cut out their power.| Source: Pexels
He could finally read his novel and slept soundly for the first time in a few days. The following day, they still had no electricity. Apparently, the storm had blown through the outdated electric system at their house.
It took several days before they fixed things up completely. But by then, the city had received the neighborhood’s formal complaint. The teenagers could no longer play loud music past 10 p.m., and cops actually came when they tried to defy this ruling.
Finally, Mr. Adams and the rest of his peaceful neighborhood could continue their regular lives.
What can we learn from this story?
1. Respect your elders. These young people didn’t listen when adults politely asked them to stop, and karma hit them back.
2. Don’t abuse your power. They were also using their connections to break the rules and get away with anything. But they lost in the end.
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My Brother-in-Law Belittled My Husband for Being a Teacher — Days Later, Karma Brought Him Down to Earth. News
At our family reunion, my brother-in-law Tom, a successful but arrogant lawyer, belittled my husband David, a dedicated teacher. Days later, karma struck when Tom’s Ferrari broke down, leading him to a humbling encounter on a crowded bus that changed his perspective on success and respect.
My name is Sarah, and I’m 37 years old. Every year, my family holds a reunion at my parents’ house, a tradition that brings us all together for a weekend of catching up and reminiscing. This year was no different, except for the usual grand entrance of my brother-in-law, Tom.
Young woman | Source: Pexels
Tom is a successful corporate lawyer, known not just for his sharp legal mind but also for his penchant for flaunting his wealth. This time, he arrived fashionably late, driving a brand-new, flashy red Ferrari that screamed for attention.
As the family gathered in the front yard, Tom pulled up, revving the engine to announce his arrival. Everyone’s heads turned, and soon enough, they flocked around the car, admiring its sleek design and luxurious appeal.
Family dinner | Source: Pexels
Tom basked in the admiration, soaking up the compliments and boasting about his latest acquisition. He detailed the car’s top speed, its luxurious interior, and the extravagant price tag with a smug grin plastered across his face. As we sat around the dinner table, enjoying our meal and each other’s company, the conversation naturally shifted to careers and finances.
David, my husband, began sharing a touching story about one of his students who had overcome significant obstacles to succeed. The warmth and pride in David’s voice were evident, and for a moment, everyone was captivated by his story.
Family reunion | Source: Pexels
That is, until Tom seized the opportunity to interject. “You know,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin, “you’ll never own a car like mine on a teacher’s salary. You should have aimed higher.”
His words cut through the air, turning the atmosphere icy. Everyone around the table fell silent, the joy of the reunion momentarily shattered by Tom’s arrogance.
Arrogant man | Source: Pexels
Lisa, Tom’s wife and my sister, didn’t miss a beat. “Honestly, David,” she added, her tone dripping with entitlement, “why did you settle for such a mediocre job? If you had any ambition, you wouldn’t have to live such an ordinary life.”
David, ever the composed and kind-hearted man, simply smiled and shrugged. “I love what I do,” he replied calmly. “Teaching gives me a sense of purpose that money can’t buy.”
Woman at an outdoor family dinner | Source: Pexels
My parents exchanged worried glances, clearly distressed by the harsh words directed at David. My mom cleared her throat, attempting to change the subject. “So, Tom, how’s work been treating you lately?”
But Tom wasn’t done yet. “Oh, it’s been fantastic,” he boasted, ignoring the tension in the room. “Just closed another big deal last week. The bonus alone could buy two of these Ferraris.”
Man on the street | Source: Pexels
David tried to steer the conversation back. “You know, one of my students recently got a scholarship—”
Tom interrupted again. “That’s great, but really, David, you could do so much better for yourself. Teaching? Come on.”
Lisa nodded in agreement. “You deserve more than just scraping by, don’t you think, Sarah?”
Inside, I was seething. How could Tom and Lisa belittle David like that? I glanced at David, who met my gaze with a reassuring smile, but I could see the hurt in his eyes.
Family picnic | Source: Pexels
“David’s work is incredibly important,” I snapped, unable to hold back. “He’s changing lives every day.”
“Sure, Sarah,” Tom said dismissively. “But at what cost?”
I squeezed David’s hand under the table, my mind racing with anger and indignation. “You know, Tom,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “not everyone measures success by the size of their bank account or the price tag of their car.”
Tom rolled his eyes. “Well, maybe they should.”
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My dad tried again to diffuse the situation. “Let’s all just enjoy our meal. We’re here to spend time together, not to argue.”
But the damage was done. The rest of the family sat in uncomfortable silence, clearly affected by the tension.
As I sat there, fuming, I considered my options. Part of me wanted to lash out and put Tom and Lisa in their place, to defend David’s honor right then and there. But I knew that would only escalate the situation and create more tension at the reunion.
Angry woman | Source: Pexels
Instead, I took a deep breath and resolved to bide my time. Tom’s arrogance would catch up with him eventually, and I had faith that karma would find a way to teach him a lesson. For now, I focused on supporting David, squeezing his hand again to let him know I was on his side, no matter what.
Just a few days after the reunion, David came home with a story that brought a smile to my face. “You won’t believe what happened to Tom today,” he said, setting his bag down and sitting beside me.
Couple talks in bed | Source: Pexels
“What happened?” I asked, curious.
“Well, his Ferrari broke down on his way to a big meeting,” David began. “He was completely stranded and realized he had left his wallet at home, and his phone was nearly dead.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Karma?”
“Definitely,” David chuckled.
Tom’s day started disastrously when his Ferrari broke down on the way to an important meeting. Stranded and frustrated, he realized he had forgotten his wallet at home and his phone was nearly dead.
Man on a bus stop | Source: Pexels
With no other options, he reluctantly made his way to the nearest bus stop. His designer suit and polished shoes looked starkly out of place among the commuters.
As Tom boarded the crowded bus, he felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. The bus jolted as it pulled away from the stop, and he grabbed a pole to steady himself. Glancing around, he was horrified to see David, his brother-in-law, seated near the back, calmly reading a book.
Crowded bus | Source: Pexels
David looked up, a calm smile spreading across his face. He waved and motioned for Tom to join him. With no better option, Tom made his way through the packed bus, muttering apologies as he bumped into other passengers. He finally reached David and sat down, clearly uncomfortable.
“So, what brings you here?” David asked, his tone friendly but with a hint of irony.
“My car broke down,” Tom admitted, clearly embarrassed. “It’s in the shop for a few days.”
Car service | Source: Pexels
David nodded, his smile never fading. “Well, this is my daily commute. The bus isn’t so bad once you get used to it.”
As the bus continued its route, Tom struggled to maintain his composure. The bumpy ride and close quarters were getting to him. Suddenly, the bus hit a pothole, and Tom lost his grip, tumbling into the lap of a stern-looking elderly woman. She scolded him loudly, causing nearby passengers to laugh. Tom’s face turned beet red.
Man in a crowded bus | Source: Pexels
The bus came to an abrupt halt due to a mechanical issue. The driver announced they would have to wait for another bus, as this one couldn’t continue. Tom groaned in frustration, stepping off the bus into the rain.
To make matters worse, his phone rang. It was his boss, furious about the missed meeting. Tom’s excuses fell on deaf ears, and he was reprimanded harshly, losing an important client in the process.
Angry boss | Source: Pexels
When the replacement bus finally arrived, it was even more crowded. Tom found himself squeezed between two large, sweaty passengers, the broken air conditioning making the ride unbearably hot. By the time he reached his destination, his designer suit was soaked with sweat, and his expensive shoes were splattered with mud.
Stepping off the bus, Tom slipped on the wet pavement, landing in a puddle. As he struggled to his feet, David offered him a hand. “Rough day, huh?” David said, barely able to hide his amusement.
A dark bus | Source: Pexels
Tom looked up, defeated. “You have no idea.”
When Tom finally arrived at work, he was late, disheveled, and humiliated. His boss was waiting for him, unimpressed with his appearance and his excuses. He was promptly demoted, losing his prestigious office and being assigned to a cramped cubicle. The day had been a harsh lesson in humility and respect, one that Tom wouldn’t soon forget.
Sad man on a bench | Source: Pexels
At the next family gathering, the atmosphere was noticeably different. As we all gathered at my parents’ house, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. Tom, usually the first to flaunt his latest achievements and acquisitions, seemed unusually quiet. He arrived on time, without his usual fanfare, and parked his now-repaired Ferrari discreetly down the street.
During dinner, Tom surprised everyone by speaking up in a humble tone. “David,” he began, looking directly at my husband, “I owe you an apology.” The room fell silent, all eyes on him.
A family get-together | Source: Pexels
David looked up, clearly taken aback. “For what, Tom?”
“For my behavior at the last reunion,” Tom continued. “I was out of line, and I belittled your career in a way that was completely unacceptable. I’ve realized that success isn’t about material possessions. It’s about making a difference, something you do every day as a teacher.”
David smiled warmly. “Thank you, Tom. That means a lot.”
Happy family | Source: Pexels
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