Once when I was a child, the driver of my bus turned a blind eye to the bullying kids on his bus received. He was the adult present, and he chose to do nothing. He could see the shape of what happened.
One day when I was particularly badly bullied, and he turned a blind eye, I cursed him in the most direct way possible. I damned him to death and hell.
He stopped driving the bus shortly after.
Not long after that he died of cancer.
I have never forgotten screaming that curse upon him.
For that child, the karma was the existence of that causal adjacency, knowing that they called death itself down on someone, and death itself soon answered.
I am truly sorry, Cal.
I pray that you may find peace.
I also pray you understand that some things ought not be tolerated of abuses between children.
The furthest I've gone otherwise is a "shit your pants" curse, but I assume I was not alone there, casting at that target. Sadly, the worst I expect is that someone else was forced to change that disgusting diaper. Hopefully it was one of his sychophants. That one, I had Karma to spare on, however.