It’ll getcha!

stephannie - Hastings, Michigan
Entered on June 4, 2008
Age Group: Under 18
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I guess the old saying is true. “What goes around comes around”. This age old cliché has been told to me plenty of times over the course of my 16 years of life, but I never took it seriously. If I ever did something wrong to someone, and then something bad happened to me, I just figured it was a coincidence. But I was wrong, that horrible coincidence has a name, Karma. We have all had something in life come back to bite us in the butt.

When I was younger I was a tomboy. I didn’t really care about what anyone else thought about me. I didn’t wear make up or get dressed up or anything of that sort. I just threw my hair up in a ponytail un-brushed, put sneakers on and I was out the door. Leaving my house on an ordinary day, I started to think about the bus ride. Jen is your average drama queen who always wears too much make up. Walking to the bus stop I already knew I would see her plastic face soon. I stepped up the steps and saw Jen. She was wearing her usual and I had already decided to sit behind her and begin my tormenting ways. As I started to call her names such as “cakeface” and “barbie”, I started to feel pretty conceited and confident about myself. Making my friends laugh and me feel better about myself was usual when I put on a show. The negative attentions on Jen made me feel better about myself until a trip on the way out put the negative attention on me. Karma has had its way with me again.

Karma is a force to be reckoned with. As the day went on I knew karma had gotten a hold of me as soon I had hit the ground. Karma whipped my butt. It got me good. Every once it while people need a kick in the butt to keep them in line. My reminder of hitting the ground was embarrassing but needed at the same time. It really made me think about how I’d been a bully and really hurt Jen.

Karma is always there to remind me when I’m going over the line. People like Jen don’t deserve abuse from childish, ignorant kids like I once was. Karma got me back on my feet and headed towards the right direction. It’s always been there for me and it will be for you, when you least expect it. This I believe.