Karmic obstruction

Loan told the driver to stop, got out, and spoke pleadingly with a mentally ill woman at the roadside. People nearby gathered round to watch. It turned out the elderly woman was Loan's neighbour, and Loan was begging her to get in so she could be taken home. Her family were probably out looking for her, though perhaps they had even abandoned her to her fate like this.
Loan got her into the car, took her home and handed her to her family, and only then turned back to her own home. Loan's husband asked why she was home late from work, and she told him. Her husband clicked his tongue and said, "Poor woman." Loan went on, cheerfully telling the story:
That woman is called Thứ, and she made chemicals for supplying places that produce toxic industrial food. The chemicals created flavours, all kinds of meat and fish flavours, all kinds of marinade flavours, all kinds of agents to make food soft, crisp or chewy... Thứ's profits soared, but the richer she became, the more crowded the cancer hospitals became with patients. Until one fateful day.
The luxury car carrying her only son on a trip suddenly had a different driver, because the family driver had fallen ill unexpectedly. The temporary driver had been introduced by a friend to drive for this trip. As the car went down a mountain pass, the driver was suddenly taken ill, his brain went into a blackout, and the car went out of control and plunged into a ravine. The driver died on the spot. The son's future wife also died on the spot. The son was badly injured, groaned in agony for seven days, and then died too.
A forensic pathologist performed an autopsy on the driver's body to find the cause, to see whether it was an accident or a secret plot. The result: the driver's body was severely poisoned by food chemicals, cancer was widespread, and most dangerously, a tumour in his brain had suddenly swollen, making him lose consciousness at the very moment he was holding the wheel as the car went down the pass. The police closed the file and did not prosecute.
Thứ was in extreme anguish. Her husband also filed for divorce and a division of property in order to marry a young wife and look for an heir. Thứ went mad after that. Everyone who knew the story said it was the work of karma.
Loan's husband said the authorities should hunt down, resolutely, those who produce, stockpile and sell toxic food chemicals, to reduce cancer among the people. 🤠

Everyone must eat. Food is important. Whoever produces food does a great service to life. But whoever poisons food commits an enormous wrong.
The development of the chemical industry has reached the point where almost anything can be faked. Fake chilli sauce, fake aromas, fake sensations, with the sole aim of tasting good and no concern for whether it nourishes the health of the eater. Eaters are deceived because they don't know, and also because they like tasty food. Liking tasty food opens the door to being deceived. If eaters focused on eating for health, they would be more careful and look more closely when choosing food.

But the most wicked of all is still the person who makes that kind of toxic food, to sell it for high profit regardless of the damage to the consumers' health. The seller of course knows very well that the chemical is harmful to health, yet deliberately sells it. That deliberateness is cruelty itself. Whatever is cruel must have a matching karmic result. Sometimes the result comes early, sometimes late.

When foreigners sell us toxic products we are angry, but when our own people make toxic products to harm their own compatriots it is truly, utterly blameworthy. Profit has blinded them and wiped out all conscience. Look at the poor patients dragging out their lives in the corridors of cancer hospitals and you will understand the suffering that toxic chemicals mixed into food bring to people. When one person gets cancer, the whole family falls into hell, drained of everything and with no way out.

More than ever, those who produce our food must have very high moral awareness so as to put good things into everyone's food.