How My Scheming Neighbor Tried to Scam Me — And How Karma Saved the Day
Three years ago, my life shattered when my husband Dan died in a tragic accident. Suddenly, I was a broke single mom juggling two jobs, trying to keep everything afloat for my kids, Dora and Ethan.
Last week, my old minivan broke down for good in a grocery store parking lot. As I sat there, tears threatening, my flashy neighbor Cheryl appeared with a “too-good-to-be-true” offer: her barely used Toyota for $2,500—a deal I couldn’t refuse.
Early the next morning, Cheryl showed me the car. It seemed fine, but 24 hours later, the engine died completely. The mechanic’s verdict? The car was a scam—an engine on its last legs, sold knowingly by Cheryl.
Furious, I confronted her, but she coldly dismissed me. Then, while clearing out the car, I found a leather bag under the seat—inside were $7,000 in cash Cheryl had forgotten.
When I held my ground, Cheryl panicked and vanished. Weeks later, I bought a reliable car and rebuilt my emergency fund.
As my daughter put it: “People have to move when they make bad choices.” Karma doesn’t just knock — it kicks down the door.
