Yvonne Foong

There once lived a naughty boy mistaken for being the terrorizing gangster in school. He was a familiar elder for his stick thin body and tall frame. But at age 15, he turned over a new leaf and became a prefect who was well-liked by teachers.

I never knew him personally. I had expected myself to be unnoticed for being the shy and timid little nobody.

Last year, the ex-prefect met a tragic road accident. The motorbike he was riding crashed into a moving lorry, that partially damaged his lungs and almost took his life. He survived, but lost memory of people not close to him.

Certain friends he once knew received nothing more, but a puzzled look when they walked up to him in public.

But when someone mentioned my name and plight, he recalls of me as the girl from school and was very concerned.

I was speechless.

Firstly, I am shocked by the extend of damages caused by the accident, and secondly, it involved a distant person I never got to know, but somehow remembers me after losing part of his memory.

Such stories appear on movies all the time, but when it involves someone familiar, it’s so surreal and painful, it’s paralyzing.

He got someone to buy two t-shirts from me on his behalf, because despite coping with the sudden changes, he continues pursuing an engineering degree at another state.

I hope to meet up with him soon. I have missed a chance to know a distant acquaintance who could have been a friend, I won’t miss it again.

But the good thing is, according to a friend, he doesn’t remember those days when he was naughty. What a fresh start, to only remember himself to have always been a good boy.

It’s amazing the things God allows to happen.

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