Spinoff from a great post: Some feel good Karma Stories

Here is my good Karma story: (sorry so long)

A couple of weeks ago during the blizzard I went home with FH and left my Jeep at the train station overnight.
So now it's Sat and it's still snowing really bad. My Jeep is awesome in the snow, so we wanted to go get it. We hopped on the LIRR at Mineola and were taking the train 1 stop to Hicksville. We were armed with shovels and scrapers- ready to dig my car out since it was sitting in a parking lot. We got on the train and didn't even sit down. We had our monthly train passes mine goes to Hicksville and FH is only good to Mineola. Mind you wer are going ONE STOP. Well the train conductor asks FH for $2.75 since he is traveling past his station. I'm like WHAT? are you kidding me right now??? I was so pi$$ed. I told the conductor that he was being a Good Samaritan and helping me dig out my car- just to give us a break. We are cold and wet and going only 1 stop. The conductor was being an a$$ and telling us that we were not special and we had to pay. He went on and on and made us pay the fare. I was FUMING. I told him I hope he chokes on the money and under my breath I told him I hope he slips.
Well we pull into Hicksville and there is this little old woman on the train. We heard her asking if anyone was heading her way. People were telling her no left and right. Then she says 'Oh no, I guess I'll walk to the firestation and have the fireman take me home' So I look at FH and I said- Baby, we need to take her home. I felt so bad for her!
So I tell the old lady we'd be more that happy to take her home, but-- we'll need to dig out my Jeep first. She was so greatful- she even offered to help!
So as we get to the elevator, the old woman runs into her neighbor! He said he would take her home. We were so happy for her.
So we are now drudging across the lots and walking through the 2 feet of snow to get to my car. And there it is, the only car left in the lot... My Jeep standing there with not a SPECK of snow on it! No ice, no flakes, NOTHING. The lot was completely plowed and we didn't have to lift a finger. In all the lots around us the cars were buried, but my car was COMPLETELY CLEAN. We couldn't believe it! It was very very strange

So even though that %$#*@ train conductor made us pay and annoyed the crap out of me, we were rewarded in some strange way for offering to help that old woman home. Talk about good Karma!

Ok, here’s another good Karma for ya. Long (aren’t they all?)

My father sliced his finger. I forced him into my car after work one day (this was back when we lived in Texas) and made him go to the doctor. It was swollen and getting purple. My father goes to the VA hospitals. NOT a fun place to be.

So as we are stuck waiting hour after hour, I keep going up one floor to the snack area for food. Well one time I go up and there’s this bent over little old man shuffling his feet really slow looking at the sandwich machine. You know the ones that you have to pay, open and door and grab your food with the other hand? There were other younger folks in the place but they wanted nothing to do with the old man.

Anyhow he can’t seem to figure it out. So I walk over and offer to help. He’s so very grateful. When he looks at me his eyes are just so dull with cataracts I felt so bad for him. He told me he can’t see the food behind the plastic doors but he’s hungry. So there I am, carefully and clearly reading out all the contents of this machine. Finally he says “pick what you think is best”. I figured a Ham and Cheese couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t the cheapest but was moderately priced and I had a backup incase he said no.

He agreed and gave me the five dollars he had been waving around at the machine. I put in the extra buck or two to pay for it. Who cares about $2 right? I work the machine and get him the sandwich. I asked if he wanted some Tea with that or water. Figuring again I’d just pay with my father’s money he’d understand.

The old man said he’d like a coke, please and pulls out this wad of money. I heard the younger couple behind me choke on their food. This old geezer was loaded. He hands me the money and says “Take what’s needed” This guy had hundreds and fifties rolled with twenties and smaller bills. Easily he had over a thousand on him I counted eight 100’s.

So I take the $2 for the coke (god bless the VA and their inflated prices) and give him back the wad of money and tell him 'I took two dollars'. I buy the coke and give back the change. Now the couple is staring at him, not me. I grab my popcorn (that’s what Dad had wanted) and bought my own coke. I purposely took my time to watch the old man.

I walked the old man to the elevator and put him on the right floor (opposite direction I was going) and said bye. Went downstairs with my Dad and continued to wait. I told my Dad about the old man.

Around 4 hours later (no lie) the old man comes downstairs. Sees me and stops to thank me. He starts to tell my dad what a fine young lady I am. They start talking about the good old days of the Navy. Seems that the old man and my dad once shared a ship when my Dad was a lot younger and the old man was still an old man (heh).

Now I need to mention my Dad’s pretty ticked at waiting 6 hours in a VA hospital for a ‘stupid little cut’ and he’s really ticked at me for forcing him there. The old man sits and tells my father how none of his children ever take him to the hospital and how he had taken a whole day just to get there on the bus system and no one would come wait with him. So he decided to wait with us.

He got called up sooner than my Dad (of course) and my Dad just looked at me and said “Thanks, Ron”. It’s all I needed.

I help an old man and my old man figures out I pester him for a reason. Later we found the old man had snuck a $20 into my pocket. Kinda makes you laugh. We hardly needed the money but the old man just wanted to say thank you his own way.