When Samantha, a humble woman, was seated on a business-class flight, she never thought she’d be the target of a bratty teen’s antics and his father’s arrogant laughter.
But a few hours later, destiny would link their paths in a way that neither of them could have predicted, giving the father and son a lesson they would never forget.
I had gotten an unexpected letter in the mail a few weeks prior. It contained a notification that I was eligible to receive a portion of my late great-aunt’s fortune.
I had barely begun to get comfortable in my business class seat when the hubbub started. An adolescent in the row in front of him then decided to play the game of being as annoying as he could. His laughing was like nails on a chalkboard, and there were chips all over the place.
I tried to ignore it, but then a handful of chips landed squarely on me. That was the last straw.
“Hey, can you stop throwing things? This isn’t a playground.”
The boy turned to me with a smug grin. “Relax, lady. It’s just chips,” he said.
Embarrassed and furious, I hit the flight attendant’s call button. Fortunately, she moved me to a different seat right away. How could somebody act in such a way and believe it was acceptable?
I dismissed the incident when we landed, eager to get back to work. I picked up my bags and made a beeline for the attorney’s office.
I arrived at the office, entered the waiting room, and then stopped. The spoiled teenager and his father were seated on the other side of the room. It seemed almost unbelievable to me.
They were here for the same inheritance. Of all the people in the world, it had to be them.
The lawyer, a composed man named Mr. Thompson, entered the room and began to speak.
“Thank you all for coming. As you know, the late Ms. Harper wished for her estate to be passed down to one of her nieces’ or nephews’ descendants. To determine the beneficiary, she requested an unusual method: a coin toss.”
The tension in the room was palpable as Mr. Thompson produced a gleaming silver coin and held it up.
“This coin will determine the outcome,” he said. With a flick of his thumb, it spun into the air, glinting in the light before landing on the table with a soft clink.
Richard’s face turned an alarming shade of red. “This is a joke!” he shouted, slamming his fist on the table. “I need that money! I’ve got debts to pay. This isn’t fair!”
“I’m afraid the decision is final,” Mr. Thompson replied calmly.
Richard’s anger morphed into desperation. “You don’t deserve it,” he spat at me. “You didn’t even know her! I’ve got real problems—real bills! This was supposed to be mine!”
Heads.
I stared at the coin, barely breathing. I had won. The estate—and everything that came with it—was mine.
I stood there, stunned, as his son, Dean, shrank into his seat, his earlier bravado completely gone.
“Enough, Mr. Gray,” Mr. Thompson said sharply. “The terms of the will are clear. I suggest you accept them with dignity.”
But Richard’s loss lacked any dignity.
I reflected on the events of the day once I was back in my hotel room. I had won the inheritance, indeed. More significantly, though, I had witnessed karma unfold in real time. Even though I had been m.o.cked, rejected, and treated as inferior by Richard and Dean, they were ultimately the ones who left without anything.
What about me? I left with a reminder that your value as a person is based on your ability to rise above the pettiness of others, not how others treat you.
