Here’s a story that feels like it was written by the universe just to make us believe in karma again.

Eugene Girard, a dad from Norwood, Massachusetts, plays the same lottery numbers every week — not because he’s a math genius or a gambler, but because those numbers mean something to him. They’re “sentimental,” as he puts it. Most people’s sentimental numbers just sit there collecting dust. Eugene’s? They decided to work overtime.

He walked into Pam’s Market on Pleasant Street — small-town, fluorescent lights, probably smells faintly of coffee and scratch tickets — and bought eight identical Mass Cash tickets with his favorite numbers: 3, 6, 10, 13, and 23.

And then those numbers hit.

Each ticket was worth $100,000. Eight of them. Do the math — that’s $800,000. But before heading to the lottery office, Eugene did something that tells you exactly what kind of guy he is: he gave one of the winning tickets to his son, Matthew.

So Dad walks away with $700K, Son gets $100K, and Pam’s Market pockets an $8,000 bonus just for selling the tickets. Everyone wins — literally.

Eugene’s not new to this, either. Back in 2008, he bagged a million-dollar prize from a scratch-off called “Billion Dollar Blockbuster.” So yeah, this guy’s probably on a first-name basis with the Massachusetts Lottery Commission by now.

As for the money? Eugene says he’ll buy a car, fix up the house, and tuck some away. Matthew’s planning on a car too — but with a bit of investing thrown in.

The odds of pulling this off? One in 324,632. But the odds of winning big and sharing it like a decent human being? Probably rarer than that.

Sometimes, life hands you eight golden tickets. The real jackpot is remembering to give one away.