But just a week later, she was back—this time desperate. Her dog, Duke, had destroyed her living room without the fence keeping him outside. She asked me—no, begged me—to put it back and even offered money. I smiled kindly and said no. I’d had enough.

Karma did what I didn’t. Her flimsy bamboo fence lasted two days before Duke chewed it to bits. Her fancy patio furniture was shredded, her guests stopped visiting, and at a chaotic garage sale, Duke ran loose—and someone stole her purse. She begged again, but I only offered advice. Months later, I sold the house, passed along her story, and moved on. I used the old fence panels at my new home… and that’s where I finally found peace—and even love. Karma had