I decided to go home; I couldn’t take it anymore. I was ready to drop the semester, accepting that I would get 12 backlogs. I was terrified of how my father would react since he was paying for my tuition. But I took the risk and left everything behind. Miraculously, within a couple of weeks, I recovered and decided to go back. I thought, “I still have a chance.” I had missed many classes, but somehow it worked out, and I was allowed to continue.
I studied day and night, ignoring everything he continued to throw at me. He was shocked when I returned because he hadn’t expected me to survive his narcissistic attacks.
Divine Intervention: Karma Strikes Back
Then, suddenly, he lost his health. His body began to tremble and shake. Within a couple of weeks, he was hospitalized without any clear reason. Before that, he was perfectly healthy, but now doctors told him he needed family care, suggesting it might be a nerve disorder. He had to leave college right before exams.
What he wanted for me happened to him. He ended up with 12 backlogs on top of previous ones, while I qualified all my examinations with excellent marks. I can’t help but see this as divine intervention. There was no reason for him to get sick; he was doing perfectly fine. But for all that to happen, there was a reason—his karmic debt. He had tortured me long enough to pay the price.
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