Karma is a funny thing. You reap what you sow. It is a fundamental truth. You want to be rude to people, don’t be surprised when you are only met with rudeness. You want to be kind and gentle, and you will notice kindness and gentleness in return. You want to play a prank on someone and don’t be surprised with the outcome.
The year was 2002 and it wasn’t a great day. Sure the weather was fine, but the task at hand was steeped with urgency and caution. James and I were escorting my then girlfriend (don’t want to use her name so I will call her Stacey) to her old house to retrieve a few items left there. She hadn’t been back in months. Family issues to the nth degree caused her and her sisters to leave abruptly. In the confusion of trying to get away, items were left that needed to be retrieved. We had our mission, get in the house (hopefully no one was home) and get the items. James and I would go into the house, make sure the coast was clear, let Stacey get what she needed, and get out quickly.
James parked the truck away from the house and we left Stacey in the truck with the doors locked. We told her if something happens, just drive off and we will meet her at a designated location. James and I walked to the front door and was able to get into the house. We called out to see if anyone was home and then checked every room. Once we knew the house was cleared we decided to go get Stacey.
Before leaving though, James stopped at the door and said, “Let’s play a joke on Stacey. On the count of three, we both run out of the house like something is wrong, jump in the truck, and drive away.” We were there to protect Stacey, but the more I thought about it, the more I could see how this would be the best joke ever. I never claimed to be a wise man.
James counted to three and threw open the door. We took off running towards the truck. James had it easy as the driver side door was closer. I, on the other hand, had to run around the truck to get in the passenger side door. Did I mention that the truck was parked on a gravel road? You know what happens if you are not careful when running on a gravel road? You can fall. You can fall hard.
I was running full sprint to the truck and the second my foot made contact with the gravel it flew up into the air. I fell and skidded into the middle of the gravel road. Lying their on my back, my arm tore up from going across the gravel, I could hear the truck doors open. James could barely contain himself with laughter about what happened. Stacey got out and came over to me and asked if I was alright. When I shook my head yes, still laying there, she kicked me in the side and said, “You deserved that.” She was right, I did deserve that. Karma.