When 80-year-old Edith was unable to walk and confined to a wheelchair, her son, Henry, placed her in a nursing home. Years later, Henry realized his error when karma caught up with him. He decided to take Edith back in, but when he got to the nursing home, he didn’t find her there.
Henry Griffith was reared by his single mother Edith after his father died when he was just four years old. Henry came into Edith’s life late, and she loved him more than anything else, doing everything she could to make sure he didn’t miss out on anything.
Likewise, Henry was always there for Edith in any way he could, and he adored her as much as she adored him. But things began to fall apart between them when Henry met his “love,” Courtney Jackson, during his university days.
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In the first month of their dating, Courtney convinced Henry to move in with her, so they bought a little condo with their savings from part-time jobs. Then a few years down the line, when they got married, Courtney began to covertly encourage Henry to move in with Edith so they could save money to purchase a larger house later.
When she noticed Henry was a bit hesitant, Courtney persuaded him that it would also be in Edith’s best interest since they would be able to “care” for Edith better if they lived with her. Henry fell for that, and they moved in with Edith shortly after.
Three years later, when they welcomed a baby boy (who they named Liam), Courtney pushed all household chores onto Edith, claiming she was a new mother and didn’t have enough time for housework. She also used Edith as a babysitter when Henry wasn’t home and she went out with her friends.
Edith didn’t like how Courtney treated her, and she complained to Henry about it one day, but Courtney made everything about herself, and Edith had to apologize to her.
Years later, when Liam grew up, there was no need to babysit him, and therefore there was no need for Courtney to have Edith in the house.
As a result, she began inciting Henry against Edith, often exaggerating how Edith was handicapped and never helped her in household chores or how she smelled bad and couldn’t do anything on her own due to being confined in a wheelchair. She hinted that Edith was better off in a nursing home.
At first, Henry was opposed to the idea. He would never leave his mother in a facility such as a nursing home. Quarrels erupted between him and Courtney as a result, and while Edith was disappointed to learn she was the root of their dispute, she was relieved Henry adored her so much to let her go.
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But a year later, when Courtney became pregnant for the second time, she finally got her chance to kick Edith out of the house.
Courtney was heavily pregnant when it all happened, and she fell ill one day. It was her fault that she didn’t take care of herself, yet she blamed everything on Edith.
“Henry,” she said. “I know you love your mother, but the worst could have happened today. It’s good that the doctor gave me some medications. I’ll be well, but your mother…she is dangerous to our baby.”
“It was just an allergy, Courtney. You must have taken something by mistake.”
“No, Henry,” Courtney insisted. “I’m sure it was because your mom…well, she made lunch today, and after that, I fell sick.”
“What? Are you serious? But mom doesn’t cook these days! How did she…”
“That’s what I’m trying to say…she…Maybe she did it by mistake, but we need to send her to a nursing home before it’s too late, Henry. She’s becoming a threat. Today she made lunch, and I fell sick after eating it. The next time, her actions may harm our children. We need to think of this seriously!”
Henry couldn’t bring himself to send Edith to a nursing home, but when he considered the safety of his children, his parental instincts took over. He made the decision to send his mother to a nursing home.
“Mom,” he told Edith over dinner that night. “I was thinking that because you’re in a wheelchair and I’m not always there to care for you, a nursing home would be much better for you. There’d be people to look after you there, and yes, I guess that would be great.”
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“A nursing home?” Edith whispered, teary-eyed. “But Henry, I’m fine here. I don’t need extra care. I can manage on my own.”
“No, mom,” Henry interrupted. “You don’t get it. I have to send you. We have no other choice. That’s the best for me, Courtney, and everyone else. Pack your bags by tomorrow morning. I’ll drop you off before I go to work.”
Edith was frozen stiff, unable to believe Henry was sending her to a nursing facility. She turned at Courtney, who was smiling brightly.
Edith knew she was the cause of Courtney and Henry’s squabbles, but she never anticipated Courtney would mislead Henry in such a way that she’d be kicked out one day. But at this point, even she was tired of proving her innocence every time, so she gave up and agreed to go to the nursing home.
“Can I ask you a favor before I leave, Henry?” she asked, trembling, staring at her hands on her lap.
“Yeah?”
“Will you visit me when I’m there? Not very often, but at least on weekends?”
“Sure, mom,” he said. “No doubts about that!”
“Well, then, thank you,” she muttered as she walked away to her room.
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Unfortunately, Henry never visited her. Months passed, and his second child arrived. He became preoccupied with parenting and forgot about his elderly mother until three years later when he decided to pay her a visit and discovered she was no longer living at the nursing home.
Henry’s life had taken a turn for the worst in these three years. He caught Courtney cheating on him with his best friend, and when he confronted her, she blatantly acknowledged it. And if that wasn’t enough, she’d transferred all of his assets to her name and evicted him from his house. But that wasn’t all.
Courtney incited Liam against Henry to the point where he hated him. Once, Liam told him he didn’t want him around him. At that point, Henry remembered Edith and how he’d kicked her out.
Having realized his dreadful mistake, Henry wanted to apologize to her and bring her back. However, when he arrived at the nursing home, he did not find her there. He inquired about her at the reception desk, and it was then that he discovered something shocking. “She left here two years ago,” the receptionist remarked after looking over Edith’s file.
“What? But where has she gone? I’m her only living relative,” Henry complained, desperate for answers.
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The receptionist sighed and placed a piece of paper on the table. “Go to this address,” she instructed. “She left after marrying our old janitor, David. Why wouldn’t she, after all? She frequently complained that her son didn’t care about her at all. David treated her as if she were a member of his family. They were madly in love. They deserved to be with each other.”
Henry couldn’t believe his ears. His mother was completely alone and depressed because of him! He wanted to make amends with her, so he went to the address on the note.
A few hours later, he came to a halt in front of a run-down cottage near a tiny farm. He sighed and knocked, and Edith answered. She was still in a wheelchair, but she looked way happier and healthier than before.
“Henry? Oh, my boy! How did you?….”
Henry felt so embarrassed that he couldn’t look her in the eyes. He bowed his head in shame.
“I’m sorry, mom,” he murmured, wiping away his tears. “I apologize for all I’ve done up to this point. I pushed you away to a nursing home, and now that I’ve lost my children to Courtney after she divorced me and kicked me out, I understand how you must have felt. I only get to see my children on occasion, mom, and I know how much it hurts. Please forgive me if possible.”
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“Jesus!” gasped Edith. “Henry, when did all of this happen?”
“It’s been three years, mom. But I don’t blame anyone. I – I deserve this!”
“No, Henry, you don’t!” she said, and Henry looked at her, stunned. “Two wrongs don’t make a right, Henry. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is ridiculous! Wise people move on, as I did. I forgave you long ago. Come here…” She embraced him and patted him on the back. “What you did was bad, extremely wrong, but you realized it, and you want to correct your mistake. People who want to mend their ways should be forgiven. So stop blaming yourself.”
“You’re not angry at me?” he asked, sobbing. “Oh! Thank you, mom. I am so glad you’re happy with David. I found out at the nursing home. I am so happy for you!”
“Oh, I love you, Henry. I am so happy to have you back. David would love to meet you!”
Later that day, Henry met David, and he thanked him for looking after his mother all this time. He also bought a house close to David and Edith’s home so he wouldn’t be too far away from her ever again.
A month later, Henry surprised David and Edith with a destination wedding for them in Miami with his savings. The elderly couple got married in a beautiful ceremony. It was there that Henry met Clara, the woman who not only accepted him but also David and Edith, and they all moved in together like a happy family.
What can we learn from this story?
- A mother’s love has no bounds. Despite Henry’s harsh behavior, Edith forgave him.
- You can’t avoid karma. Henry kicked Edith out at one time and eventually lost his children, home, and everything.
- Never trust others’ opinions on someone. Henry would not have suffered so much if he had not trusted Courtney when she called Edith “dangerous” to his family.
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An Arrogant Passenger Leaned Back and Smashed My Laptop – Karma Caught Up with Him Before I Could Respond
I’m a single dad and my world crumbled when an entitled passenger’s reclined seat crashed back, shattering the laptop that held my little daughter’s future. Helpless at 30,000 feet, I watched my hopes nosedive until karma stepped in, leaving the arrogant man speechless.
“Daddy, do you have to go?” my 6-year-old daughter Dolly’s whisper felt like a knife to my heart as her tiny fingers clutched my sleeve. I scooped her up in my arms, holding her close as the departure announcement echoed through the terminal. How could I explain that leaving her, even for a short business trip, felt like leaving a piece of my heart behind? 
“I’ll be back before you know it, princess,” I said, gently tapping her nose. “And guess what? I’m going to bring you back that Barbie playhouse you’ve been dreaming about.”
Her face lit up like a firework on the Fourth of July. “Really, Daddy? You promise?”
“Cross my heart,” I replied, drawing an X over my chest. As I walked away to board my plane, I heard her excited chatter with my mom, who’d come to babysit.
“Grandma, Daddy’s gonna get me a Barbie house!” Dolly’s excited voice faded into the bustle of the airport. And each step towards the gate felt heavier than the last.
Now, as I sat in my cramped economy seat as the plane took off, those words echoed in my ears. I couldn’t let her down. Not my little girl. Not after everything we’d been through.
The weight of responsibility felt like a heavy millstone around my neck.
This business trip to Miami wasn’t just about a presentation or a potential promotion. It was about securing a future for Dolly, about making sure I could afford the heart surgery she needed in just three short months.
I glanced at my watch and sighed. Three hours until landing. Three hours to finish the project that had been sitting on my laptop for days, neglected while I juggled my day job and caring for a sick Dolly. Thank God for my mom, stepping in to help when I needed it most.
I pulled out my laptop. It was company property, worth more than my monthly salary. With a heavy sigh, I started working on my presentation.
This was my shot at a promotion, a chance to finally get ahead and start saving for Dolly’s operation. Just three more months, and we’d be facing that mountain. But first, I had to climb this hill.
As I typed, my mind wandered to Dolly’s mom. Cancer took her three years ago, leaving me to raise our daughter alone. Some days, it felt like I was drowning. But then Dolly would smile, and suddenly I could breathe again.
“Sir, would you like a drink?” The flight attendant’s voice snapped me back to reality.
“Just water, please,” I replied, my eyes never leaving the screen. “Thank you.”
As she moved on, I overheard the man in front of me bark an order. “Hey! You there! I want red wine. Make it snappy, and it better be the good stuff… not that cheap swill you usually serve.”
I glanced up, catching sight of a man in a pristine white suit and a young woman giggling beside him. They looked like they were heading to a wedding… or maybe a fancy funeral for common decency.
The flight attendant, visibly flustered, hurried to comply. “Of course, sir. Right away.”
“And make sure it’s properly chilled this time!” he shouted after her, loud enough to make several passengers turn and stare.
Shaking my head, I dove back into my work. Just a few more tweaks and this presentation would sing.
Suddenly, without warning, the seat in front of me slammed backward. The tray table jerked violently, nearly smashing into my laptop screen.
“Hey!” I shouted, my heart racing as I quickly pulled my laptop back from the edge of the tray. “What are you doing?”
Mr. White Suit twisted around, his face brimming with entitlement and disdain. “What’s your problem, dude?”
“You almost broke my laptop! Could you please put your seat up a bit? I’m trying to work here.”
His face darkened, twisting into an ugly sneer. “Look at you, glued to your precious little screen like some pathetic office drone. Maybe if you knew how to work with your hands like a real man, you wouldn’t be whining about your stupid computer.”
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Sir, I’m just asking for a little courtesy. This is important work.”
“Courtesy?” he spat. “I paid for this seat, and I’ll recline it as far as I damn well please. You want courtesy? Fly first class, you cheapskate!”
Before I could react, he slammed his seat back even further. This time, there was no avoiding it. The crack that followed might as well have been a gunshot.
I stared in horror at my laptop screen, now a spiderweb of shattered pixels. My project, my promotion, my daughter’s future — all of it GONE in an instant.
“Hey!” I shouted, tapping his shoulder. “You just broke my laptop!”
He turned, a smirk playing on his lips. “Aww, what a pity, shrimp. Guess you’ll have to learn how to fix things now! Maybe try turning it off and on again?” He let out a cruel laugh, his girlfriend joining in with a high-pitched giggle.
My vision went red. I saw Dolly’s face, her eyes wide with disappointment. “But Daddy, you promised…”
I stood up, fists clenched. “Listen, you entitled piece of—”
Suddenly, the seat in front of Mr. White Suit reclined with a thud.
His wine glass toppled, sending a cascade of red across his pristine suit. His phone clattered to the floor, the screen cracking on impact.
“What the—” he sputtered, jumping up. “You idiot! Look what you’ve done!”
The man in front turned around, confusion written across his face. “Excuse me?”
“Are you blind as well as stupid?” Mr. White Suit roared. “You ruined my suit! You broke my phone! Do you have any idea how much this outfit costs? It’s worth more than your entire wardrobe, you peasant!”
I sank back into my seat as a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt cloaked me.
Karma had stepped in where I couldn’t.
“Sir, please calm down,” a flight attendant intervened, hands raised placatingly.
“Calm down? Do you know who I am?” Mr. White Suit gestured wildly, wine dripping from his sleeve. “I could buy and sell this entire airline! I demand to speak to the pilot immediately!”
The flight attendant tried to reason with him. “Sir, the pilot is flying the plane. I’m sure we can—”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses!” he interrupted. “I want action! I want compensation! I want everyone on this miserable tin can to know that they’ve ruined my day!”
As the argument escalated, I quietly pulled out my phone. Thank God that I’d saved my presentation to my cloud drive. I might just be able to salvage this project after all.
Meanwhile, Mr. White Suit continued his tirade, his face turning as red as the wine staining his clothes.
“This is unacceptable! I’ve never been treated so poorly in my life! When my father hears about this he’ll—”
“Your father?” the man in front of him cut in. “How old are you, twelve? Grow up and take some responsibility for once in your life, dude!”
That was the last straw. Mr. White Suit lunged forward, his arms flailing.
In seconds, chaos erupted. Passengers jumped up to restrain him, while others shouted for the air marshal.
By the time we landed, Mr. White Suit had been moved to a different seat, his girlfriend looking mortified beside him. I caught his eye as we disembarked, and I swear I saw a flicker of shame there, quickly replaced by his usual sneer.
My boss was eagerly waving at me from the gate. “Dave! I got your message. What happened?”
I explained the situation, my heart racing. To my surprise, he just shook his head and chuckled.
“Sounds like quite the flight! Don’t worry about the laptop… we’ll get you a new one. Let’s focus on that presentation of yours.”
Relief flooded through me. “Thank you, sir. I won’t let you down.”
As we walked to the taxi stand, I pulled out my phone and dialed home.
“Daddy!” Dolly’s voice came through, bright as sunshine. “Did you get my Barbie house?”
I smiled, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. “Not yet, sweetheart. But I will. I promise.”
And this time, I knew I could keep that promise.
As Dolly chatted excitedly about all the things we’d do together once I returned home, I couldn’t help but think back to that fateful flight.
In a strange way, I almost felt grateful to Mr. White Suit. His awful behavior had reminded me of what really mattered in life.
It wasn’t about fancy suits or expensive gadgets. It wasn’t even about promotions or presentations. It was about the love in my daughter’s voice and the trust in her eyes when I made a promise. It was about working hard not for material things, but for the chance to see her smile and to give her the opportunities she deserved.
I’m relieved, happy, and awestruck by how karma works its magic… even at 30,000 feet in the air!
And who knows? Maybe somewhere out there, a certain rude passenger in a wine-stained white suit is reflecting on his behavior and learning to be a little kinder.
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