…I found her winning lottery ticket wedged deep between the passenger seats. It was crumpled up, like she had dropped it and forgotten all about it. On a hunch, I took it to the store to scan it. It was a winnerâfor $50,000.
I didn’t just fix the car; I paid off all my debts, caught up on bills, and started a savings fund for my kids. A week later, she saw me driving the repaired car and wearing new clothes. When she asked how I could afford it, I simply thanked her for the “bonus” she left in the car.
She turned pale when she realized what she had lost. She tried to take me to court to get the money back, but the judge ruled that since she sold the car “as is” with all its contents, the ticket was legally mine. She tried to scam a struggling mom for a few hundred bucks, but she ended up handing me a brand-new life. Karma didnât just knock; it kicked the door down.
