I had an old car, and my neighbor Randall hated it. He complained that it was polluting the air and even threatened to make me sell it. One week later, I found my car covered in ice—no rain, just his petty revenge. But karma had its own plans.

That night, Randall tried to mess with me again, but his garden hose burst, flooding his yard. I couldn’t help but laugh, but I decided to lend a hand instead of leaving him in the cold. I shut off the water valve, and after a few awkward words, he thanked me.

Over time, we had small interactions where we got to understand each other better. Turns out, Randall’s anger stemmed from his concern for his kids’ asthma. I shared that I couldn’t afford a new car but would love an eco-friendly one someday. Eventually, we formed a cautious truce.

Months later, my car broke down, and Randall helped me fix it. We grew to respect each other, and when I got a new, fuel-efficient car, he congratulated me with genuine kindness.