Karma is something else!
Karma is a law in Hinduism, which says that every act you do, no matter how small, will eventually return to the doer with equal impact. Good will be returned with good and bad with bad.
While I am not Hindu, I believe in this concept. I am not sure if my belief is just a way to console myself when someone hurts me in anyway or if it is true all of the time.
Recently, a friend of mine told me that someone had stolen from a group that she works for. The theft was unnecessary and was so obvious. I am sure that the thief thought the missing money would not be a problem for the group because it appeared as though money was being made hand over fist. The impression was wrong. It actually impacted the group tremendously.
A few weeks later, the thief had to tango with karma after they had money stolen from them.
I explained this to my 9-year-old daughter a few days ago as I could feel her pain and disappointment because someone had stolen her first pocketbook was out to brunch at Fire Mountain restaurant for brunch,
She worked hard all summer collecting cans, praying that the tooth fairy would bring her double the money and got a job doing a voiceover for a commercial.
She wanted a Coach purse. I will never forget the anticipation as we drove to the outlet. She was clutching my old pocketbook, she decided to rescue from its inevitable place in the garbage can.
The pocketbook was hers now. It was filled with her change purse with skulls and crossbones, a tape recorder (I don’t know what that was for, lip gloss, hand lotion and various knick-knacks she had collected.
We walked into the Coach store and was helped by someone we actually knew. My daughter knew exactly what she wanted. She didn’t want pink, blue, purple or brown. She didn’t want one that was too big or too small. No gold and no tassels she told the sales person, while examining each price tag.
She wanted a black pocketbook that would match everything.
I watched as she chose a pocketbook and transferred her belongings from the old to her shiny new Coach bag. I smiled. My mother would have never allowed me to buy a Coach bag at 9-years-old. I then realized I did not work as hard as my daughter did.
On the way home, I would glance at her in the rear view mirror and thought about when she was a baby. When she was born, I was so elated. We reached the “I need a pocketbook stage” and I was ready for it.
I was not ready for her huge tears when they came back home from Fire Mountain after going back to see if the pocketbook had fallen under the seat. It had not been turned in and my husband seems to believe that it was gone after they went to the bathroom.
Whoever stole the purse for will have karma to deal with for some time. Possibly relating to never feeling good about stealing a young girl’s first pocketbook. If they were looking for money, she had just lost a tooth and there was $4.00 change purse. They may also wonder why they are experiencing misfortunes and they will have to deal with the consequences.
My daughter has learned that some people do mean things and also never leave your pocketbook unattended. After I told her about karma she dried her tears and asked me if I had any paying jobs so that she can buy a new pocketbook. I said, “Of course I do”
This column was printed in the November 7, 2010 – November 20, 2010