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I don’t mind the songs by the group, Simple Plan, but I must admit that I really like this one very much especially the video clip which is about drunk driving. You can click the link to listen to the song and watch the video if you have never heard it or seen the clip before. The message is very clear and one that everyone should take note of. 

It certainly seems that every holiday and festive season in the country spells doom for many as without fail, there will be numerous fatal accidents happening here, there and everywhere like the bus tragedy just the other day in Johore. Somehow or other, nothing seems to work to rectifiy this sad state of affairs.

Christmas is coming and here, I would like to share with everyone a poignant story that carries a message similar to the one in the Simple Plan song:  

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to the departmental store to do some last-minute Christmas shopping. While browsing through the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who the doll was for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, “Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied, “You know that you don’t, my dear.” Then she left him there while she went to look around the store. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

I walked towards him and asked him who he wanted to give the doll to. “My sister wanted it so much and she was sure Santa would bring it to her this Christmas.” Then he continued, “But Santa cannot bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister.”

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him laughing. “I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes. I quickly reached for my wallet, took out a few notes and said to the boy, “What if we check again, just in case you have enough?”

“Ok,” he said. “I hope I have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count. There was more than enough, with a little bit extra! The little boy said, “Thank you, God, for giving me enough money.” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked God yesterday before I slept for enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me. I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He has given me enough to buy the doll and the white rose. You know, my mummy loves white roses.”

A few minutes later, the old lady came back and I left. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper report two days ago of a drunk man in a truck that had hit a car. A little girl in the car died right away, and the mother was in a critical condition. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the lady had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself,  went to buy a bunch of white roses and headed to the mortuary. The body of the woman was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is hard to imagine and in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all of it away from him.

(Story abridged & adapted; original source unknown)