I DON’T BELIEVE IN KARMA (standard:humor, 907 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 03 2021	Views/Reads: 958/727	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I need to learn how to be careful in what I sow because that is exactly what I will reap.

Some people believe in karma, but I don't. Some people believe what you
do will come back on you some way or the other. 

I do believe that everything you do does have consequences. Sometimes
those consequences are small and insignificant and sometimes rather 
large and unbearing. 

Recently, my truck was in the garage for about six weeks getting a new
engine because the old engine had died. That was the longest time I've 
been separated from my truck in, I don't know how many years. It was 
either get a new engine or a new truck. The engine was a lot cheaper. 

While my truck was in the shop, I used the Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage's van. Believe me when I say it was a challenge to drive that 
little van. It was difficult for me to get in and out, and once I was 
in, it was hard for me to move about. 

I had no choice. Either borrow my wife's van or walk. 

I don't mind walking as long as it's to the refrigerator and back to my
easy chair. But to walk a couple of miles to the church office was not 
on my schedule of to-does. 

Our schedules are pretty much the opposite, so when she needed to use
her van, I was comfortable with that, and when I needed to use her van, 
she was comfortable with that. Then, of course, there were those times 
we had to travel together. When that happened, I always allowed her to 
take the wheel. 

How in the world anybody ever was able to make a van so small is beyond
my imagination. It isn't what a “real man” delights in driving. I put 
up with it and managed to drive to my appointments, to my office, and 
so forth. But I wasn't a happy driver in that regard. I couldn't wait 
for my truck to get finished. 

Then the day came when my truck was finished and ready to pick up. Oh
boy, was I excited? 

My wife drove me to the shop, and I was able to pick up my good old
truck. Driving home was a very wonderful experience that I long shall 
cherish. I pray that this will never happen again. 

I did make one little blunder. I talked to someone about my experience
driving my wife's van, and not knowing she was within earshot, I 
described her van as a “Sissy Van.” I explained that that van was only 
for sissies. 

I should realize by now that my wife, like every other wife, has ears
that can hear everything. My wife can hear what I'm saying three days 
before I'm thinking it. How that happens, I have no idea, and believe 
me, I'm not going to try to find out. 

“Did you just refer to my van,” my wife said to me rather sternly with
both hands on her hips, “as a sissy van?” 

I never challenge what my wife hears, only explain by saying, “That's
not exactly what I meant.” 

“All right,” she said very seriously, “just remember that what you do
always comes back on you.” 

I smiled and shrugged the comment off. I simply don't believe in karma. 

Almost four weeks to the day, things began to happen. 

I was driving my truck and on a Friday I drove to church to do some work
at the office. Everything seemed to be going fine. 

When done, I went to my truck to go home. I turned the key, and the
engine did not start. Oh boy, I said to myself, what is wrong here. I 
did everything I could think of to get the truck started. It was at 
4:15 in the afternoon, and the repair shop where I take my truck closes 
at 2 o'clock on Friday afternoons. So I was stuck until Monday. 

The hardest thing I had to do was call the Gracious Mistress of the


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