My Grandson Made Me Sleep on the Yoga Mat Not to Pay for a Hotel, Less than 24 Hours Later Karma Hit Him Back
At 87, I raised my grandson Tyler from birth after his mother died and his father left. I gave him everything—love, my baker’s salary, my pension—sacrificing my comfort for him. But at 32, living in my home rent-free, he became a stranger, hiding behind a spiritual facade, dodging work, and using me. When he invited me on a Charleston trip with his girlfriend Willow, I hoped for connection. Instead, they took the bedroom, leaving me, arthritic and aching, on a yoga mat on the floor, claiming it protected their “energy.” I endured, heartbroken.
The next day, at a gas station, police arrested Tyler for wire fraud and identity theft—he’d used my name and credit for scams. Willow fled, and I learned he’d stolen from vulnerable people, including me. At the station, he demanded I lie to save him, claiming I owed him for not “putting me in a home.” Furious, I refused; he’d betrayed me after all I gave.
An officer, recognizing me from my old bakery where I’d given him free cookies as a child, drove me home, fixed my lock, and restored my faith. Tyler faces consequences, but kindness I showed years ago returned when I needed it most.
