What goes around, comes around…karma

Bob4now

Bob4now

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I think that’s how the saying goes. While I don’t believe in karma, I do think it’s interesting how some things seem to repeat. I remember as a kid, when my grandfather was living with us at our home, that the slightest thing would cut him and make him bleed. I think he used to say that even the wind could cut him. As an adult, I realized he was on blood thinners, and he had Parkinson’s and the host of other issues. But I looked up to him. He really was a good man and I thoroughly respected him. However, I did laugh at the fact that the slightest thing would cut him.

Fast forward 50 to 60 years, and I now find myself in the simpler boat. The slightest thing, will cut me. Every time it happens, I think of my grandfather. I guess that’s a good thing. Whether it’s karma or not, I really don’t care because it gives me happy memory.
 

The definition of karma is good or bad resulting from one’s actions. If you were to throw a stone and it struck someone, you would be held responsible.

If you leave the house without proper footwear and step on glass, your actions will result in injured feet.


cause - action - result
 
Bob4now said:
I think that’s how the saying goes. While I don’t believe in karma, I do think it’s interesting how some things seem to repeat. I remember as a kid, when my grandfather was living with us at our home, that the slightest thing would cut him and make him bleed. I think he used to say that even the wind could cut him. As an adult, I realized he was on blood thinners, and he had Parkinson’s and the host of other issues. But I looked up to him. He really was a good man and I thoroughly respected him. However, I did laugh at the fact that the slightest thing would cut him.

Fast forward 50 to 60 years, and I now find myself in the simpler boat. The slightest thing, will cut me. Every time it happens, I think of my grandfather. I guess that’s a good thing. Whether it’s karma or not, I really don’t care because it gives me happy memory.
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That's an interesting story about your grandfather, @Bob4now! Those are the memories that come years later, and they are precious.
 
I’m determined not to let my karma run over my katma; I love my furballs deeply! 🐈 John Lennon had an interesting song, Instant Karma. It’s what the people of today want, being in such a hurry and all. Lennon wrote and recorded this in one day! Not my favorite Beatle, but arguably the most creative and off-the-wall… ☮️

 
Instant Karma happened to John. One of the saddest events in my life, I think. I will always wonder what else he would have achieved.

Real Life is worse than anything I could ever Imagine
 
I think karma is a wish for justice, but does not happen often. Sadly, I think we can all look at newspaper stories from the past and point out all the people who got away with it and never suffered any retribution at all for their crimes and trickery.

Such things will no doubt continue to happen. I will not mention any political leaders, but a good man is in his grave overseas while a bad man is rumored to have ordered the good man's murder.

Will karma ever repair the story of the rich man's boot on the neck of anyone who opposes him? Or them?
 
That is a nice story. I also bleed easy. I don't have anything unusual with my blood or lack Vitamin K. The doctors that I have spoken with told me that unless I take blood thinners or lack certain vitamins that build proteins to help clot blood, I am just one of the unfortunates that bleed easy.

I wouldn't say that the wind could make me bleed, but a papercut can become a disaster. I remember licking an envelope and cutting my tongue. I spit blood almost the whole day. My wife called the doctor after about 6 hours and he told her to take some baking soda and with water make it pasty and put that on the cut. That helped a lot, but I had to keep putting it on.

When I was shot in Vietnam, I was sent to a field hospital and then transported to the hospital in Okinawa because of the amount of blood I had lost. I had several people, including nurses tell me I was going home. That did not make me happy. I knew I needed to go back to my unit.

Two weeks later, I was put into rehab for another 3 weeks, After that, the doctor in charge asked me what I wanted to do, go home or return to the war I told him I have to go back, so he sent me back. I didn't tell anyone that I was given a choice. I didn't want to hear all the rhetoric. I knew that there was where I belonged.
 
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