Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Don’t Drink and Drive

I just checked my email and there is see a message from my dear blogging friend Jo. Jo has sent me one of the most emotional messages I have ever read. It did bring tears to my eyes. Here is that message.

Don’t Drink Drive!

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.’

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 have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.”

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.’

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. ‘No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy

so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.’

His eyes were so sad while saying this. ‘My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God

very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.”

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.’

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture

with her so she won’t forget me.’

‘I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.’

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ‘Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?”

‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough.’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was

enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money!’

Then he looked at me and added, ‘I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy

this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!”
‘I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave

me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.”

‘My mommy loves white roses.’

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied

by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on

the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young

woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She 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, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother

and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Will you think again before you drink drive??????

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Forward this. only for ones who have a heart

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Help stamp out drink driving, please pass on


5 Responses to Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Don’t Drink and Drive

  1. Thanks for sharing this Bill…..as Clarence the Angel says “Each man’s life touches so many others.” If only more people would realize that their choices can either have a positive or a negative effect on the people around them, the world would be a better place.

  2. Mel says:


    Thank you, Jo.
    And thank you, Bill.

    Bit teary–but ever so grateful for the message.

  3. Christine says:

    I definitely have tears my eyes now, this story hits close to home.
    My best friend’s dad was killed by a drunk driver when we were 5. She missed out on growing up with a father because of a silly decision. This is mostly why I will never drink and drive and I feel strongly about this and get angry when I hear of a friend who has.
    Thanks for posting this. (:

  4. Jo Hart says:

    It’s such a teary story isn’t it Bill. I like Christine are so against drink driving. Never have, Never Will.
    As my husband is a tradesman, there are alot of people we know who are tradies, some with families some not. I get so angry at them for going to the pub after work and thinking they are ok to drive home. I keep reminding them, that could be myself and the kids driving home innocently one day and they had that one to many, or there wife and kids. Thankfully my husband knows my wrath, so he doesn’t dare drink drive, but we still know alot of people that do, and it infuriates me.

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