When I was in high school, there was a girl named Dina that didn't like me. Really didn't like me. I have no idea why. Over 30 years later, I still can't answer that question. It's just one of those mysteries in my life.
Anyhow, so I wasn't her favourite person.. Big deal. I didn't expect everyone to like me, and as long as we left each other alone, it was fine.
Around that time, a teenage boy starting making crank calls to my home. He'd say some pretty nasty stuff on the phone, ask me derogatory questions or make lurid suggestions. It was pretty alarming.
Instead of freaking out or yelling, I asked him questions every time he called. Why was he doing this? How did I know him? What was he so angry about? If he had a beef with me, why was he hiding behind the phone? Why not confront me in person? And on and on.
As the days went by his tone began to soften, and he started offering information and giving me answers. Eventually the nastiness vanished and he was completely honest and open with me. He confessed that Dina had asked him to call me and be nasty like this. I asked him why. He didn't know. All she'd told him was that I was a real bitch and that I deserved this and that she needed his help. "But after talking to you" he said "I realized what a nice girl you are and I feel bad doing this." He apologized profusely, said he'd never done anything like this before and felt really embarrassed. Seems his conscience had gotten the better of him.
And it seems like karma had bitten Dina in the face. Or ass. I don't think she ever imagined I'd befriend the crank caller.
(Incidentally, she never bothered me again after that.)
Have a great day, everyone. And be nice. Karma is watching!