One upon a time, a Mom, Dad and Dear Son lived in a little house in the woods. They were very happy there. There were huge trees to climb and animals to watch. DS loved school and did very well there. He couldn't wait to get ready for school in the mornings. Life was good.
Then, something changed. DS would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming with night terrors. Mom and Dad would nearly run over each other running down the hall to his room. DS was not awake while he was screaming and then, would fall back onto his pillow, sound asleep and have no memory of it the next morning. Mom and Dad were very concerned. They talked to DS trying to figure out if something terrible had happened. Not according to him. Mom talked to his teacher and to his principal at school. They knew of nothing that could be causing the problem. The night terrors faded, but the little boy who loved to get up in the morning and go to school was gone. In his place was a boy who almost had to be pulled out of bed and forced into his clothes.
Summer vacation arrived and with school out, all seemed to return to normal. It was a fun summer.
School began again, 2nd grade, and even though the mornings were not as bad as they had been, it was still a struggle getting DS ready in the mornings. One morning, as Mom and DS were waiting on the front porch for the school bus to arrive, DS remarked "Ms. BusDriver is threatening to put kids off the school bus again, Mom". Mom explained that she just could not put kids off the bus, there was a procedure she had to follow. "Well", said DS," she did last year". "You mean she put kids off the bus someplace besides school"?, asked Mom. DS replied, "Yes, she put me and LN off the bus at the River Run subdivision. Then she went back and got those kids and came back and got us. She told us that if we told our parents, we would be in even bigger trouble. LN and I were scared. There were rats by the dumpsters where she put us out". The school bus appreared at that time. Mom walked DS to the bus and as he was going up the steps, looked over his head at the bus driver and told DS "If you have any problems on the bus, you call me when you get to school". If looks could kill, the bus driver would have fallen out of her seat as soon as the door opened. Mom went into the house and made several phone calls. She wanted the bus driver criminally charged by the school board, but she just got her transferred to another route with high school kids who weren't so easily bullied. Mom wasn't happy, but she settled for that.
So the seasons moved on and Spring arrived. Along with the flowers and birds that arrived, Karma arrived, too.
A few miles north of where the family lived, was a little village, with a small post office. That spring, the post office planted flowers. Somebody stole the flowers. They re-planted the flowers, the thief re-stole them. The third time the flowers got re-planted, sheriff's deputies staked out the post office. The thief came back a third time and got caught. It was Ms. Bully BusDriver. Because a post office is considered federal property, Ms. Bully BusDriver served every second of every minute of every hour of every day of her three year prison sentence.
So now, whenever somebody like Ms. Bully BusDriver shows up in the Mom's life, she thinks of this story-and smiles. She knows that Karma is real and that Karma will get all Ms. Bully BusDrivers out there. If yo have a Ms. Bully BusDriver in your life, think of this story-and smile because Karma is just waiting.