Karma is a Beagle

“We’re almost there”, my Dad said as the car hugged the steep, winding road without guardrails. My stomach did a flip. You could see straight down the cliff next to the road. My mom’s stress was palpable. Of course you could also hear it because she yelled at my Dad to “slow down!” the entire way.

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We were going to Dad’s new friend John’s house. The house was located on the far side of the big Island of Hawaii. My family lived in…