I'm not saying I particularly believe in 'karma' per se, but, here's a tale of what happened in my life this week. I got a rather frantic email on Monday from a business with words to the effect of "hey, we lost our domain because we forgot to re-register it, and the whois says you are the new owner - can we PLEASE have it back, because our company has been around 47 years, and we really need that domain, because it's been ours since the early days of the internet, and ALL our clients email us and visit us there". It was an awesome PR6 domain, with MASSIVE trust flow and legit links from all the desirables. I'd snapped it up upon deletion, for reg-fee only. So, I had three choices; 1) ignore the email (the easiest option) 2) send a reply back saying "sure, pay me $x,xxx and you can have the domain back" (they very likely would have paid - or at least, countered) 3) just give the domain back, because it's the right thing to do (this, folks, is what I did). I gave the domain back. In fact, I called the woman who'd emailed me, and told her directly that despite being well positioned to do so, I don't intend to profiteer from the situation, and that I'll update the name servers immediately, and also get the transfer under way. She literally cried, saying that I'd made her day, and that she was certain she'd lose her job over this domain debacle, because it was her responsibility, and she'd fkd it up. I told her that the only thing she owes me is a coffee and perhaps a sandwich next time I'm in her town... Now... In my area, where I live, my car is very recognizable. It's no secret who I am, or where I live. Plenty of people know me, and, for those that don't, they can easily ask around and find out who I am and where I live (based on my car). On Tuesday, (the day after the above), my car was parked outside the delicatessen where I buy my Hungarian sausages and double-cream Swiss cheese, and whilst parked there, some fkr smashed into my car while parking beside me. It was on the other side to where I get in and out, so I didn't notice until I was home later that day. When I did notice it, I was rather displeased with the damage, but accepted that I'd have to pay for it to be fixed (no actual idea how much, but similar damage on the other side at the front cost ~$3k), given that I had no idea who it was that had caused the damage. But: This morning, I had an envelope in my letterbox, with more than enough cash to cover the damage, and a note saying "Sorry, I didn't have time to leave my details on Tuesday - if this doesn't cover the damage, call me on xxxxxx and I'll make good". So... are those events connected? Probably not. But hey... I want to think they are, and I want to think that if I keep doing 'the right thing', it will come back to me. So folks... when confronted with a fork in the road, take 'the right' path.