The Good Kind of Karma



It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas outside. We had a huge snowfall this past Sunday and Monday. It dumped what felt like a foot of snow in 24 hours. The kids had their first snow day of the year and they got to join Matt and I at work for part of the day! I usually re-write the ever changing draft board on Mondays and I think it’s safe to say Jordan knows a lot of brewery names and what an ABV percentage is. I mean, she can’t go through life thinking Miller Lite is really the champagne of beers, right?


Last week was a rough one for me, but here I am, I survived. I went into work Friday night, and to be honest, I really didn’t want to. I was hurt, and it had been less than 24 hours since the incident happened. I spend more time with these people than I do my own family, and one of them stole the kid’s Christmas money right out of my purse. To me, a lot of those fellow co-workers are like my family. They’ve seen the good, the bad, and even the ugly in my life and still stood by my side, supporting me. So in I walked and my boss pulled me in the office, handed me an envelope, and said “After you left work last night we all pulled our money together and people came in today and put money in as well. Customers, regulars, and even old employees. They heard about what had happened and wanted to help. We love you Jess and you’re a good person and we wanted to show you how much we love you and have your back. That’s what families do.” I just began to sob like a baby. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. They all cared. They all wanted to make this right, not just for me, but for the kids.

I had an overwhelming feeling of love rush over me. How amazing was that? I walked around with tears still streaming down my face and hugged each and every person I worked with. “Of course, girl!” – “We love you, we’re family!” – “I know you would of done the same for me or anyone else here!” I left work that night with more money than I could count. The next day I walked into my other job, World of Beer (where Matt and I both work) and one of the managers pulled me aside and handed me an envelope. You’ve got to be kidding me. “We heard about what happened to you and we wanted to help. We love seeing those kids in here and we don’t want them to miss out on Christmas!” The love just kept on coming, from every direction, from people I’ve met a few time to long time family friends. I didn’t expect that at all and I made sure to use every penny towards the kids for Christmas.

Karma is real and what you put out into the universe you get back. After having all of that money stolen, I wasn’t angry at first, I was hurt. I kept thinking, if someone needed money that badly they should have just asked me, I would of helped in some way, and ya know what, we will figure this all out. Matt and I will find a way to make this work, everything is going to be okay. Christmas isn’t ruined. Christmas isn’t about presents, it’s about love and being with the ones you love. As cliche as that may sound, it’s 100% true. I can’t remember every single toy I got for Christmas, but I remember being with my family, eating Mom’s homemade cinnamon rolls at the table with my brothers and going to church and singing all of the Christmas hymns.

So, to say the least, my faith in humanity was restored. I realized that I wasn’t going to let one selfish person ruin our Christmas and by doing that it came back to me tenfold.


6 thoughts on “The Good Kind of Karma

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