Car accidents are always a sticky situation. People never want to take the blame and there are definitely two sides to every one of these stories. However, when you know you're in the right and can't prove it, you need to rely on karma to find you some justice. Sometimes it's instant, sometimes it takes a while. Either way, when that karma comes, it makes the entire situation a bit better.
We wanted to see the silver lining for these individuals, after their frustrating and unfair accidents. So we looked throughout Reddit and found the most satisfying endings to accidents people experienced. This content was edited for clarity.
"I was on a road trip with my dad when I was 14. We pulled into Cody, Wyoming at about 10 pm. The highway turned into the main street. There was a pick-up at a stop sign trying to get on to the road and it thought that it could get ahead of us (we didn't have a stop sign). In trying to rush ahead of us, he smashed into the side of our car and we ended up doing a 180. Fortunately, there was a turning lane, so we didn't spin into oncoming traffic. The guy drove off before we knew what was going on. A group of college kids went after the guy and tried to tail him, but it was too late, he already hit and run.
The police came, assessed the scene, and asked if we are from out of town. We told them we were from Minnesota, and they said, 'Well, if you guys are from Minnesota, I suppose this Wyoming license plate I found next to your car isn't yours.' It fell off when he hit us, the cops went to his place the next morning.
Turned out it was some teenage kid who got hammered and took his dad's truck out for a ride. Half the town knew about it by the end of the night because the cop was brothers with our hotel owner, who was married to the guy at the repair shop. Karma worked its magic."
"My brother was at a four-way stop. He looked around, everyone else was stopped, so he started to go through. Out of nowhere (blind road), this Expedition flew through the stop sign going around 50 MPH in a 25 MPH zone. She hit his Audi, bounced off, took out a stop sign, went over the grass into a parking lot, hit a parked truck, and pushed the parked truck into the side of a building. She got out and started blaming my brother for the wreck, claiming he didn't stop for the sign.
No less than seven people stuck around for the cops to show up and back my brother's story."
"About seven years ago, I was getting ready to make a left turn at a light. I didn't have the arrow, so I was awaiting passing vehicles. I finally found my go time and while I was turning, out of nowhere this jerk behind me squealed around me and passed me in a one turn lane in the middle of a crowded intersection and almost hit me, so I swerved a bit and almost hit someone else. I straightened myself out and turned on the road, watching the jerk who just cut me off mid-turn speed up in his crappy truck.
Next thing I knew, I was being pulled over and I see another cop car pass me and pull the jerk over. I'm sitting there, angry, wondering what the heck I did wrong and ended up waiting there for a good ten minutes before the officer finally got out and walked over. He politely asked how I was and I told him nervous because I didn't know what I was being pulled over for. He said, 'Well, we saw what happened back there and just wanted to make things right. Are you okay?' I said yes and he told me to hang on a second and started talking on his radio. As he's doing this, the other officer and the boy who cut me off were walking up to my car.
The officer who pulled him over said, 'Before I write your ticket, I think you owe this young lady an apology.' He apologized and went back to his truck. The other officer told me to have a nice day and watch out for idiots on the road."
"I had an accident that happened in Los Angeles, CA, 1982. Me and a friend were on a 4-lane one way street, in the far left lane, going about 20-25 mph (which was the speed limit or lower) when a car pulled out from the far right lane, across all the traffic lanes, halfway into the parking lot entrance in front of us and slammed on his brakes. We hit him. The driver of the other car jumped out and started screaming and cursing at us for not watching where we were going. I was only 18 and the guy driving was maybe 20 and we had no idea what had just happened. It looked like we had not been paying attention and hit the car while it was turning into the parking lot. A guy who looked homeless walked up and said, 'For 10 dollars, I'll say he did it!' to everyone in both cars. Then, a policeman walked over. He had been on the other side of the street and saw the entire thing. He wrote the other guy multiple tickets, handcuffed him because he was totally freaking out, and let us go after making certain we weren't hurt.
Over a year later, I saw an article in the newspaper where an insurance fraud ring had been busted in LA. The guy who pulled in front of us was part of this ring."
"I was driving across an intersection one bright sunny May afternoon when out of nowhere comes a big Ford Bronco that t-bones my little Toyota Tercel. He had run the red light, pushed me sideways one lane from the impact and miraculously the impact was such that he evenly pushed in my driver's side door to my hip but no further. As my wife and I sat there in disbelief at what had just happened, the driver of the Bronco runs over to my door and blurts out, 'I thought you were dead,' and starts apologizing profusely. So we sat there for 45 minutes waiting for the police and when they do show up, he told the cop that I blew the light! Talk about adding insult to injury. But wait! There's hope. I saw a bunch of construction workers across the street who had been eating their lunch and facing the intersection at the time of the accident.
I found a worker who saw the whole thing and he was more than happy to tell the truth to my insurance company."
"One day at work, I was looking at my recently purchased brand new car and I notice the light was reflecting off of it kinda funny. I went out and look at it and there's a small dent between the front driver's side fender and the driver's side door. I was so mad! I guessed that someone hit me in the work parking lot. A week or two later, I was getting into my car one morning as I headed to work. I opened the driver's side door and it makes a loud creak. I thought to myself, 'What the heck is that,' and I looked at the door. The dent was now about twice as large and was making a loud creak. I was livid now. I've been hit 2X in the same spot.
A couple of days later, by chance, I was looking out the window of the front room in my apartment and I notice a tiny Asian woman across the street backing up a minivan onto the street. She just barely missed hitting my car in the same spot that had been hit twice. I realized that she's backed up into my car twice and just drove away! I didn't have evidence or a witness that my neighbor hit my car but I figured I'll bluff them to get them to admit it. I went across the street, knocked on their door, and told them that someone in my house saw them hit my car. The mother comes out and starts screaming at me that the daughter didn't do it. She kept asking me who my witness is. I told her that it's someone in my house but she keeps denying it and yelling at me. I gave up because it was obvious that they won't admit it. I stopped parking my car in front of my house because it had already been hit twice. A couple of days later, I noticed a neighbor parking her car in the spot that I was hit in. As she was leaving her car and walking to her apartment I told her that she shouldn't park there because the girl across the street has twice backed into me in that same parking spot.
The neighbor says to me, 'Yes, I know, my fiance saw her back into your car and drive away.'
YES! I have a witness! I call my insurance company. They told me to get a witness statement from my neighbor, get the license number and description of the car that hit me, mail it to them and they'll handle the rest. Once I did that, I got my car fixed at no expense to me! Thank you, neighbor!"
"A few years ago, a buddy and I (the passenger) pulled into a parking space at our local grocery store. We were riding in my friend's rusted out, ugly Blazer. It was summer and I can't remember why, but we were having a conversation about something and didn't immediately exit the vehicle. This elderly lady pulled into the spot next to us and when she exited her vehicle, she lightly dinged my friends quarter panel. Our windows were down and my friend politely and simply acknowledged to her that she dinged his car. The elderly lady replied, 'What do you care?! You are just driving an old rusty Blazer!' That really angered my friend and he asked if I would be willing to 'ding' her car back for him. I should have added that she was driving a very clean, what looked to be newer Mercedes. She had begun to walk away, so I yelled 'Hey!' to her. I grabbed her attention and proceeded to attempt to shove my car door into hers. I put every ounce of weight I could muster into that shove and dented the heck out of her shiny Benz. As we exited the vehicle, her jaw was practically on the ground in horror.
As we walked by, my friend simply shrugged and said, 'What do I care? I'm just driving a dumb blazer.' She was speechless.
Granted, that was a total jerk move... but then again I'm sort of a jerk.
I wasn't sued."
"I was in the middle lane about to continue straight through an intersection when the light was green when a guy in the right lane didn't see me and tried to cut across traffic and make a last-second left-hand turn. It was raining, I hit the brakes but skidded and slammed into his driver's side door. It resulted in a lot of damage to his car and only a scuff to my bumper. We both pulled over to the side of the road and immediately a third party came up to my window telling me what a jerk the other guy was for cutting me off, there was nothing I could do and all that stuff. I was only half paying attention during all this when he says he'll tell the cops what he saw and if he could have $20. I was incredulous and I strongly tell him no. As quickly as he came over to my car he went over to the car I hit and started talking to the other driver. So I went over to the other car while he was still talking and tersely asked him what was going on. The other driver looked over at me and laughed. Said that the jerk was trying to get him to pay $20 to tell the cops it was my fault. The jerk knew it was time to get out of there and slinked away to whatever hole he crawled out of.
The other driver knew it was his fault, apologized profusely, took responsibility, while his car has thousands of damage mine is fine, so we agreed not to call the cops but exchanged numbers/license plate number's just in case and we all lived happily ever after."
"If you ever think you have lost faith in humanity, wait until you have to deal with another guy's insurance company. You just know he's going to lie and try to blame you. The good news is that if you are smart enough to take pictures, the physics will tell the truth. I personally had a diesel truck cut into my lane on the freeway and drive over the side of my car. The driver claimed he was making the lane change and I drove into him.
Fortunately, I took a ton of pictures and when you looked at the skid marks, it was obvious he was lying."
"My friend was pulling out of our apartment complex a couple of years ago, which was a right-hand turn. Suddenly, just as he had pulled out completely, a driver slammed the back of his truck at 100 MPH. Our parking lot was on the back side of a hill, so you can't really see anything over 200 yards away. The speed limit was 25 MPH. Well the guy who hit him died almost instantly. He was high on speed at the time too. My friend thought it was pretty clear-cut that it wasn't his fault.
However, it turned out the dead guy was the county sheriff's son. My friend had charges pressed against him and was facing manslaughter and jail time. Pretty much everyone in the county who knew the sheriff personally wanted to see my friend hanged. It took months, I think maybe six, and a very expensive lawyer to get my friend cleared.
Getting wrongly blamed is more common than I want to believe."
"My girlfriend called me about half a year ago. An old man had backed up into the doors of our car at a parking lot. She had two toddlers with her, the three-year-old thought it was kind of special to have his door crashed into. Not the largest damage, but you could see that at least one of the doors would be changed. The old man said that he was in a hurry to deliver his grandson or something, and had asked if he could quickly deliver the kid before returning to fill in the papers. She had agreed to this, and when she called me she was waiting for him. Shaking my head in disbelief, I asked her if she had his name, or at least his number plate. She had nothing of the sort, she hadn't thought about that in all the fuzz, kids and all. I don't blame her. There went that money.
Fifteen minutes later she calls again. The guy actually showed up, filled in the papers stating it was all his fault, and his insurance company ended up paying more than $7000 for a new door and a paint job. And some people are above lies and theft."
"My dad was driving back home from work. At one of the many heavily populated stop lights he saw two cars in a parking lot. One of the airbags was deployed, with the woman, apparently the driver, out on the ground shaking and crying. The other car was pretty okay looking, but there were just five guys standing around, being kinda shifty looking. They were twenty-somethings, who didn't know what to do or knew what kind of trouble they're in. Well, this whole scene is visible by just about everyone in the intersection, but nobody was helping the poor woman. So my dad just got out of the car, leaving it idling in traffic, and he went over and talked to the woman to calm her down. He asked the visibly distraught and in shock woman her name, tells her his, just to get her thinking about other things. He was looking at her head and in her pupils at this point too. Eventually, he got up and talked to the five guys just standing around and asked them if they've called the police to report an accident or called for an ambulance. Nope, they apparently didn't think of that. So my dad did and stayed with the woman until both arrived and took the woman to the hospital. Turned out the five dudes were driving without a license and no insurance and didn't call anyone because they all knew they would get in trouble. The woman eventually wrote my dad a letter of gratitude.
My dad was just that kind of guy. He also once helped stop a robbery. A scrappy lookin' man was running out of a Rite-Aid my dad was arriving at, and he had two guys on him already, grabbing him, trying to hold the supposed thief down. Another 'accomplice,' perhaps the man's girlfriend, was slapping at the two guys on the thief, yelling, 'Let him go!' and other similar things. So my dad just ran up to the group, tackled the man out of the other guy's hands, and put him in some judo hold because he used to do it in high school and he's in great shape still. Some other customers who were at the store called the police.
So yeah. My dad can still do that at 56."