Entitled Rich Guy Threw My Family’s Stuff off the Public Pool Sunbeds – My 4-Year-Old Son Taught Him a Huge Life Lesson
When a stranger disrespected my family at the local pool, I was ready to protect those I loved by all means! But, my lastborn son found a way to teach the stranger an important lesson. This led the man to change his ways and apologize. Read on to find out how!
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Here’s the tale of how I and a pompous stranger both learned humility. It was a scorching summer day in our town, perfect for a visit to the public pool. My husband, Mike, decided to take our four kids Emily (ten), Lucas (eight), Sophie (six), and little Ben (four) for a well-deserved outing.
We arrived early at the local swimming pool to secure a few sunbeds by the poolside. We spread our towels and placed our cooler and beach bag on the beds before heading for the water.
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The crowded pool had families and kids enjoying the water. Laughter echoed through the air. Ben, excited by the sight of the pool, immediately jumped into the shallow end. He started splashing around with other kids his age.
His older siblings followed suit. Mike and I watched them from the deep end, relishing the carefree joy of the moment as we enjoyed the day. As we played in the water, a rude young man in his late 20s, sporting designer sunglasses and an air of arrogance, strutted over to our sunbeds.
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I watched in horror as, without a second thought, he tossed our towels, cooler, and bag onto the ground! He then claimed the beds for himself, lounging with a smug grin. Having noticed the commotion from the pool, I quickly rushed over.
“Excuse me, those are ours,” I said, pointing at the sunbeds, trying to keep my voice calm. The man barely glanced at me. “Well, they’re mine now. You should have come earlier if you wanted to keep them.”
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“That’s not how this works,” I shot back, anger bubbling up inside me. “You can’t just take someone’s stuff and claim it as yours.” He smirked, leaning back on the sunbed. “Watch me.” I was fuming, but before I could respond, Ben toddled over.
His big brown eyes were wide with confusion. “Mommy, why is our stuff on the ground?” I knelt down to his level. “It’s okay, sweetie. We’ll find another spot.” Ben looked at the man and then back at me. His innocent face showed confusion, but he didn’t say anything more.
Woman talking to her son by the pool | Source: Midjourney
Not wanting to cause a scene, trying to stay positive, and avoiding messing up the children’s day, Mike and I chose to be the bigger people. We gathered our things and moved to a patch of grass under a tree, trying to make the best of the situation.
The day wore on, and all I could see was the entitled man’s smug grin as he lounged on our beds every time he glanced our way. He seemed to revel in his small victory. I saw him sipping on his expensive bottled water and chatting loudly on his phone.
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But karma wasn’t done with him, as the most interesting part was still to come! As the afternoon turned to evening, the pool staff announced that dinner was being served at the pavilion. A large buffet table was set up with a variety of delicious food.
We joined the line, eager to fill our plates after a long day of swimming and playing. The young rich man, having decided to extend his reign of entitlement, walked straight to the front of the line!
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He started piling his plate high with an assortment of dishes, taking more than his fair share! The young man seemed oblivious to the annoyed stares from other guests waiting their turn.
My family and I finally made it to the front of the buffet, but much of the food we had been looking forward to was gone. I could see the disappointment on Emily, Lucas, and Sophie’s faces. But before I could say anything, Ben, with his usual boldness, marched over to the rich man’s table.
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My lastborn child stood beside the man’s plate, which was heaped with food. Without missing a beat, Ben grabbed a piece of chicken from the man’s plate! We looked on in shock, and I was about to come to my son’s rescue when the man replied:
“Hey! You can’t do that!”
Boy taking chicken from a man’s plate | Source: Midjourney
Ben retorted, “You should have come earlier if you wanted to keep it all.” The man looked stunned, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to process what had happened. The surrounding guests, who had seen the earlier sunbed incident, burst into laughter and clapped!
They all appreciated the poetic justice of the moment. “You little brat,” the man finally sputtered, regaining his voice. Ben stared up at him, unfazed. “Mommy says sharing is good. You’re not very good at it.”
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The rich man, now the center of attention for all the wrong reasons, seemed to realize the impact of his actions. With a sheepish smile, he pushed his plate toward Ben. “You know what, kid? You’re right. Help yourself.”
Ben nodded, a triumphant look on his face, and began sharing the food with his siblings! The rich man stood up and walked over to the buffet table again. But this time, he waited his turn and took a modest portion!
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We sat down to enjoy our meal, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of Ben. Sometimes, even the simplest actions can teach the most valuable lessons. As we continued to enjoy our meal, another family approached us.
The father, a burly man with a warm smile, introduced himself as Tom. He had watched the entire scene unfold and was impressed by Ben’s boldness. “Your little guy taught that man a lesson he’ll never forget,” Tom said, shaking Mike’s hand.
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“It’s rare that you see such bravery in a kid so young.” Mike beamed with pride. “Ben has always had a strong sense of right and wrong. We’re glad he handled it the way he did.” Tom’s wife, Susan, joined in, her eyes shining with admiration.
“It’s refreshing to see a child stand up for what’s right, especially in front of other kids. It sets a great example.” As we chatted, the rich man, whose name we learned was Alex, walked over. He looked remorseful.
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“I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier,” he said, his voice sincere. “I realize now how selfish I was being.” Mike nodded. “It takes a lot to admit when you’re wrong. We appreciate your apology.”
Alex glanced at Ben, who was now engrossed in his drawings. “Your son really made me think,” the young man explained. “I’ve been so wrapped up in my own world that I forgot how my actions affect others. I’d like to make it up to you.”
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He handed Mike a business card. “I own a few restaurants in town. How about dinner on me? It’s the least I can do.” We accepted his offer, and as the weeks passed, Alex became a regular part of our lives.
He joined us for meals and outings, and it was clear that Ben’s simple act of defiance had left a lasting impact on him. One evening, Alex shared his story as we sat around the dinner table. He had grown up in a wealthy family, always getting what he wanted without much effort.
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It wasn’t until Ben’s bold move that he realized the fault in his ways. “I used to think that money could buy everything,” Alex admitted. “But I’ve learned that the most valuable things in life are the lessons we learn from each other.”
As he spoke, I looked around the table at my family and our new friend. It was a reminder that even in the most unexpected situations, there are opportunities for growth and connection.
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Ben looked up from his plate, his eyes full of curiosity. “Mommy, what does ‘valilabu things’ mean?” I smiled, pulling him into a hug. “‘Valuable things.’ It means things that mean a lot to you. Like what you kids mean to your father and me.”
Ben nodded, his little face lighting up with comprehension. “I like that.” We all laughed, the warmth of the moment filling the room. That fateful day had started with frustration but ended with new friendships and crucial lessons.
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Sometimes, it takes a child’s innocent actions to remind us of the importance of kindness. And in those moments, we find the true meaning of community and the power of empathy. As we said our goodbyes that night, Alex’s parting words stuck with me.
“Your family has given me a new perspective on life. I’m grateful for that.” Watching him walk away, I felt a sense of pride and contentment. Our little Ben had not only taught us an important lesson but also brought us all closer together in an unexpected way.
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And so, our lives continued, enriched by the unexpected bonds we had formed and the lessons we had learned. It was a reminder that even the smallest voices can make the biggest impact. He also taught us that true wealth lies in the connections we build and the kindness we show to one another.
A few days later, I saw an article in the local news. It was about an unnamed young businessman who had made a significant donation to a community food bank.
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The article mentioned that he had been inspired by a recent encounter that reminded him of the importance of fairness and sharing.
I looked at Ben, who was busy drawing pictures at the kitchen table, blissfully unaware of the impact he had made. Sometimes, even the smallest voices can teach the biggest lessons if you pay attention.
While Alex learned his lesson and changed his attitude, it isn’t clear if the rude waitress from the following story learned hers.
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She mocked and was condescending to one woman’s grandfather only to be taught an unexpected lesson in patience. Click here to read all about it!
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I Looked After My Elderly Neighbor, but Her Son Blamed Me for Not Doing Enough – The Fallout Was Harsh
Debbie, living in a quiet neighborhood, becomes close to her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, and begins to care for her. But when Deb’s mother has to undergo surgery, she has no option but to go home and care for her mother… only for her to receive a horrible phone call from Steve, Mrs. Jenkins’ son, accusing her of not doing enough.
Look, I didn’t want revenge on anybody, especially not for just being kind to an elderly neighbor.
I live in a quiet neighborhood, and my next-door neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, is an 82-year-old widow. She’s frail, lonely, and honestly, sad. It’s like she’s been forgotten by her own family. Her only son, Steve, lives just 20 minutes away but rarely visits.
Whenever I saw her on the porch, she seemed so lost, staring off into the distance. My heart went out to her, so I started helping where I could.
For over a year, I’ve been running small errands. Groceries, appointments, clearing her driveway of leaves in the fall and snow in the winter.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Debbie,” she said to me one morning after I dropped off her groceries, including some freshly baked bread for her breakfast.
“I’m here for anything you need, Marlene,” I said.
Honestly, it wasn’t much, but I felt good knowing that I was helping. Especially since her real family was so absent.
“Steve?” she said one day when I asked about him. “That kid means everything to me, but I know I don’t mean as much to my son. It’s okay. You’re here.”
She would always smile like I was her favorite person.
This man, who barely knew his mother’s daily life, had the audacity to accuse me of not doing enough.
But things took a dark turn when I had to leave town for a few weeks. I couldn’t help it, my mother was in the hospital after being diagnosed with fibroids and cysts that needed to be removed.
I had to be there with her. There was no way about it.
“I’m coming, Mom,” I said. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”
“But, Deb,” my mother whined. “I don’t want to disturb your routine. Dad’s here, I’ll be fine with him.”
“Mom, I work from home. I can work from anywhere,” I said sternly. “And anyway, Dad’s idea of taking care of someone is making chicken noodle soup. That’s pretty much it. You’re going for invasive surgery. You need me.”
Before I left, I stocked Mrs. Jenkins’ house with groceries, made sure that she had everything she needed, and asked our neighbor Karen to check in on her from time to time.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, Marlene,” I said. “Don’t you worry about a thing. And I’ve asked little Josh to come over and check your mail. He knows that if there’s anything in your mailbox, he has to bring it right to you.”
“Thank you, darling,” she said. “You’re too good to me.”
I thought I’d covered all my bases.
Ten days into my stay with my parents, my phone rang while I was cooking dinner. I didn’t recognize the number, but I picked up anyway.
“Debbie?” the voice snapped when I answered. “Are you the neighbor who’s supposed to be taking care of my mom?”
It was Steve. Mrs. Jenkins’ son. The man who barely showed up for his own mother.
For a second, I got nervous, hoping that nothing had happened to her.
“I just got a call from my mother,” he continued, not even stopping for me to speak. “She ran out of milk. And you’re out of town? Why didn’t you make sure she had enough before you left?”
I was absolutely floored. This man, who barely knew his mother’s daily life, had the audacity to accuse me of not doing enough.
Me?
“Steve,” I said, trying to remain calm. “I’m out of town because my mom is in the hospital. This is where I need to be. I stocked your mom up before I left. And I spoke to Karen, our neighbor, to check on her.”
Instead of apologizing or offering to help like any normal person, he shot back.
“Well, that’s just not good enough, Debbie. If you’re going to take care of my mother, then you need to do it right! I can’t be running around getting her things whenever you drop the ball.”
I almost screamed. The audacity of this man was astounding.
How could he accuse me of dropping the ball when I’d been doing everything for her? Especially while he sat back and did nothing!
I took a deep breath.
“Steve, she’s your mother. You can’t expect me to do everything for her while you’re right there, and do nothing! Maybe you should help her out for once.”
His response was just sad.
“You’re pathetic,” he said. “You don’t even do that much for her.”
Before I could retaliate, I just cut the call. I didn’t want to say anything worse, and I also didn’t want to risk it getting back to Marlene and upsetting her.
Later, as I sat with my mom in her hospital room, I couldn’t stop replaying that conversation. By the time I got home, I knew exactly what I needed to do.
“Go home, honey,” my mother said when I told her about Steve’s phone call. “I’m doing just fine, and my progress is great. The doctor is really happy with me. I told you, Dad and I will be fine!”
I really didn’t want to leave, but I missed my own home. And I missed working from my own space, too. So, I left a few days later.
When I got back, the first thing I did was check on Mrs. Jenkins. Thankfully, she was fine. It turns out that Karen had taken care of the milk situation, and Mrs. Jenkins had no idea about the chaos Steve had stirred up.
“What? Really? He said that?” she exclaimed, shocked.
Steve had to step up. He was not happy about it. Not at all.
As glad as I was that Steve hadn’t fed her any stories about me, I wasn’t going to allow him to get away with this.
The next day, I gently told Mrs. Jenkins that I wouldn’t be able to help her as much anymore.
“I have other commitments, Marlene,” I said sadly. “I have to check on my mother more often, too. She’s going to need me for the next few weeks.”
She looked disappointed, but she reassured me that she understood.
A few weeks went by, and Steve had no choice but to step up. Naturally, he wasn’t happy about it. Sometimes, as I worked from my living room, I could see him showing up to his mother’s house. He always looked irritated, like running an errand for his mother was the biggest burden anyone could have placed on him.
When I did visit Mrs. Jenkins next, she smiled and told me that she was relying on Steve more.
“I call him for everything,” she said. “Milk, teabags, and even help with the gutters.”
One afternoon, Mrs. Jenkins asked me to help her sort through some old papers. That’s when we stumbled upon her will.
Naturally, Steve was listed as the sole beneficiary.
“It’s a shame that Steve cannot spend more time with you,” I said casually. “You know, with work and whatnot.”
“I know, dear,” Mrs. Jenkins sighed. “But he’s been like that. Sometimes I think he only sticks around for what I’ll leave him.”
That was all the confirmation I needed.
“You know, Marlene,” I said. “You don’t have to leave everything to Steve. It might be nice to donate some to charity or leave something for the people who have always been there for you. That’s a sweet gesture. Think about it.”
“You’re right, Debbie,” she said. “I’ll think about it.”
A week later, Mrs. Jenkins updated her will. Steve still got his share, but she also included several charities to get vast portions of her estate. She left a little something for me, too, though I didn’t ask for it.
It wasn’t about the money. It was about showing Steve that neglect and greed have consequences.
When Steve found out, he stormed to my house, knocking furiously on my door.
“You convinced my mother to give away my inheritance? You manipulative little…”
I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
“I didn’t convince her of anything. Maybe if you spent more time with her, you’d know what she really wanted.”
Steve spluttered, his face turning red. He shouted a few more insults and stormed off, but I could see it in his eyes.
He knew that he had lost.
Now, the lovely Mrs. Jenkins is happier than ever, and I’m taking her to the ballet later this week. Steve is sulking, likely regretting all the time he wasted.
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And as for me? I’m happy knowing that Mrs. Jenkins isn’t being taken advantage of by Steve.
Sometimes, the best revenge is just letting someone realize their own failure.
What would you have done?
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