I want karma I can count on
I’m a fervent fan of the concept of karma. It’s way more immediate than heaven and hell as rewards and punishments go, and, while I doubt anyone goes to hell for one minor misdeed, I’m hoping karmic retribution makes life a living hell for the guy who rammed a jagged hole in the rear bumper of my car and left the scene.It all started – my karmic musings, that is – after a friend of mine lost her wallet. OK, it was pretty much her fault, having left it on the roof of the car before we drove off. This was nearly two weeks ago. We backtracked some 25 miles to search the site where we’d pulled away, hoping to find it in the grass and dirt where it presumably landed as we accelerated. No luck.I was willing to wager that it would be returned to her, but she declined, canceling the lost credit and debit cards the following morning just to be safe.It wasn’t even a week later that I found an out-of-towner’s checkbook on the streets of downtown Aspen. The friend happened to be with me at the time. With no phone number on the checks, I dropped it off down at the police station in the event its owner came there, hoping it had been turned in. At the very least, I figured the cops would stick it in an envelope and mail it to the individual whose name and mailing address are on the unused checks. If they haven’t, expect to read some bad news about the local police.I suggested that my act might lead to the return of the wallet, though I was really hoping I’d be the one in line for a bit of good fortune. Hey, I’m the one who found the checkbook.Instead, I got a banged-up bumper, and my friend got a call from a Denver man who tracked down her number from the AAA card in her wallet. He’d found it, muddy almost beyond recognition, with its contents apparently all still intact, right down to 100 bucks in cash. He assured her he’d put it in the mail and, though she told him to help himself to $50 as a reward, he said he intended to send back all the cash. It hasn’t arrived yet, so I don’t know if he will be true to his word. I rather suspect he will. Call me a silly optimist, but I tend to believe most people do the right thing.That’s why I was particularly shocked and angered about the hole in my bumper. I was parked in a parking lot in front of a local flyshop and, from inside the store, noticed a guy pulling a green fishing raft that was blocking my exit. Since I wasn’t ready to leave, I didn’t pay it any mind. I should have. Apparently he backed his trailer into my car. I haven’t gone to the trouble of getting estimates, but I don’t doubt it will cost me a grand to have some body shop replace and paint this overpriced piece of plastic.Shortly after the collision, a ferocious storm pummeled the midvalley. I can only hope raft guy was out on a river somewhere and that the fishing expedition was a total bust. In fact, I’m hoping this particular boat is cursed for the season, and maybe next year, too – bad karma commensurate with the crime.But that’s the thing with karma. Like heaven and hell, it’s pretty much faith-based. One can never know for sure that a turn of events, be it good or bad, stems from some prior action. Even worse, the break I’m theoretically due for turning in the checkbook might have already come my way and I just don’t know it. Maybe that’s why I haven’t locked myself out of my house or fallen off my bike.I’m looking for something more significant, akin to winning a Lotto drawing. And, I’m thinking the bad-karma concept will sink in for the raft guy when his boat sinks.Anyone who needs to clear their conscience regarding a certain fender bender can reach Janet Urquhart at firstname.lastname@example.org
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