15 Stories That Prove the Universe Has a Beautiful Way of Rewarding Good Hearts
We often hear that “good always triumphs,” but in life, this isn’t always the case. However, stories where justice does eventually prevail — even if it takes a while — make us believe in the better side of things. In this article, we put together stories with satisfying and rightful endings.
This happened years ago, but it still makes me grin, Grinch-style. I was working on a really big project at the time. The VP was aware that I was the main resource on the project, so he included me in the status meetings. My manager did not like that; she didn’t want anyone else getting any kind of recognition for the project, so I was instructed to sit there and keep my mouth shut.
The next status meeting came around, and I did just what she told me to do: I sat there, taking notes and saying nothing… right up until the VP started asking questions about project details, which she couldn’t answer because she was the only person attached to the project who did not actually *work* on the project.
She was furious, but what could she do? After that disaster, I was allowed to attend and participate.
A friend started flirting with my husband right in front of me. She was laughing at his every joke, even if it wasn’t funny at all, was “accidentally” grabbing his hand, or hanging on his shoulder. I watched, thinking maybe I’m being paranoid.
My husband seemed like he didn’t notice, acting as usual, but she was blatantly hitting on him. Then she even declared, “Oh, can I borrow your husband for a day? I need someone to hang a TV at home!” I took a deep breath to say something, but didn’t get a chance.
My husband turned to her calmly, without aggression, and said, “Irene, stop it. Find yourself a man already.” She turned red, mumbled that she was joking, grabbed her bag, and disappeared. I just sat there, looking at my husband, thinking — what a sweetheart he really is!
I go to the gym around 4 a.m. because it’s basically a ghost town and all the equipment is free. 5 minutes into my 30-minute run, it’s just me and a sea of empty treadmills, until this guy, let’s call him Kevin, comes in and chooses the one right next to me. Okay, annoying but whatever. I’m already in my groove.
Then he takes out his phone, sets it on the treadmill, and starts blasting music on full volume. No headphones, at 4 a.m., in a silent gym. I don’t want to immediately snap at him, so I say a little loud, “God, I love headphones.”
Kevin glances at me, says nothing and keeps walking. So I try again, “Hey, can you please use headphones?” And this man has the audacity to say, “Mind your business.” Alright. My run is ruined, so I decide his walk is about to be ruined too.
He’s playing some 80s rock, so I start belting out K-Pop Demon Hunter songs. Here’s the thing about me, I cannot sing like at all, and I’m out of breath. But I commit because ruining his run is more important than breathing.
After about 2 minutes of my awful serenade, Kevin gives up, grabs his stuff, and moves to the opposite end of the treadmills. I have never felt more vindicated on behalf of everyone who believes in basic gym etiquette.
