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.
Man on sunbed drinking water | Source: Midjourney
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.
Boy walking away from the buffet stand | Source: Midjourney
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!
Boy sharing food with his siblings | Source: Midjourney
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.
A remorseful-looking man standing by the pool stairs | Source: Pexels
“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.
The little boy looking at his mother with curious eyes | Source: Midjourney
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.
Little boy drawing pictures | Source: Midjourney
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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The Saga of My Husband, My Mom, and Rent: A Family Drama
Oh, the pleasures of family dynamics; those complex networks of affection, animosity, and, it seems, rent. What if I told you a small story from the front lines of my own soap opera to start things off?
Imagine this: Dad recently passed away and went to the great beyond, leaving Mom sad and alone. So, of course, I propose that she move in with us, partly out of compassion and partly out of sheer guilt. You know, to socialize with the grandchildren and take in the warmth of family.
Now enter my spouse, who has obviously been attending the “How to Be a Loving Family Man” course. His initial response was a firm no, but after some deft haggling on my part, he reluctantly agreed—but only under one condition. The worst part, get ready: my distraught mother would have to pay the rent.
You did really read correctly. Pay rent. in a home that we currently own and are not renting. Start the crying or laughing. His logic? He replied, grinning in a way that I can only characterize as evil, “Your mother is a leech.” “After she moves in with us, she won’t go.”
His reasoning continued, a train on the loose about to crash down a precipice. She simply doesn’t make sense to utilize anything for free when she will consume our food and electricity. This residence is not a hotel, and she has to know that!
With my blood boiling, I knew something was wrong. The reason for this issue is that I wedded a man who seemed to believe he was the Ritz-Carlton’s management. How daring! Here we are, with equal rights to the house, having both contributed to its acquisition, and he’s enacting capitalist regulations as if we were operating a profit-making Airbnb.
The worst part is that my spouse isn’t a horrible person. Really, no. He and my mother have simply disagreed from the beginning. He told me the truth about how he really felt the night he turned into Mr. Rent Collector. “Ever since I met her, your mother has detested me. She wouldn’t feel at ease living with me right now.
I am therefore torn between my mother, who is in great need of her daughter’s support, and my husband, whom I really love despite his imperfections. I ask you, dear reader, the million-dollar question: What should I do? In true dramatic manner. Shall I rent my mother a room or my husband’s empathy?
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