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When I was 10 my next door neighbor (the mother) gave me shit for... something. I forget what for, but she gave me a good tongue-lashing about it. I must not have thought I deserved it because while I was outside later that evening I found myself contemplating throwing a rather large snowball at the side of their house. I knew it would make a loud thumping sound inside and would likely alarm them, maybe even piss them off further, I don't know.
I decided to throw it, and sure enough... WUMP! That sucker hit full force. I ran my ass off, and as I rounded the front of my parent's house I smashed my knee on the brick planter that fronts the house and wham... down I went. I layed their writhing in pain holding my knee, all the while wondering if it was somehow some sort of payback for my malicious act.
Karma at work? I don't know. Maybe. All I know is I stopped throwing fucking snowballs at houses that day. If it was karma at work and it does exist then I'm quite certain it (karma) doesn't give a shit whether anyone believes in it or not. Often it seems to let shit slide but whenever it does decide to karmalize you, it will. Period.
I was just thankful that shot to the knee wasn't a hockey-ending injury. :D
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