Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Karma's a bitch

What goes around, comes around.

I’ve always said it, and I’ve always half-heartedly believed it. 


100% believe it.


I got a phone call this morning. 

Most everyone knows that I was a victim of domestic violence years ago.  Thankfully and blessedly, I was (and am) surrounded by people who pulled me out of the cycle that so many women (and children) find themselves trapped in, and several years later, I am completely in love with a man who loves me, cherishes me and treats me the way I deserve to be treated.  But I digress.

The phone call.  The guy who had put me in the hospital several years ago was now in the hospital with a concussion, a broken ribs, a fractured skull, collapsed lung, and a long, long list of other injuries.  He was on life support until this morning when he was able to breathe on his own.  His sister was the one who called me, and she let me know that he was in really bad shape--unrecognizable even to his family.

How did he end up like that? 

He had stolen his sister’s car (who has an 8 month old baby girl to care for) and gone to Prichard to...well.  You know why a white boy from Daphne would be in Prichard.  Apparently, he said the wrong thing to the wrong somebody, and that wrong somebody let him have it.  And have it.  And have it.  And that wrong somebody left him for dead on the side of the road.

I don’t mean to be a callous as I may sound.  I empathize for his family, and I wouldn’t wish for anyone to have to see their child beaten this badly.  But from my perspective, it’s karma’s way of coming back around.  Someday, somehow, the pain that you inflict on others will come back threefold and catch you completely unaware and off guard. 

Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it?