My Neighbor Ran Over My Tree with His Luxury Car… Then Life Taught Him a Cruel Lesson

My name is Mabel. I am eighty-three years old, and I’ve lived long enough to understand that life doesn’t always announce its lessons loudly. Sometimes it teaches quietly. Sometimes it waits. And sometimes, it delivers justice in ways that are heartbreakingly poetic.

This year, Christmas came to me in silence. A heavy, aching silence.