Definitely! There is still hope for us.
I went to Puduraya bus stand and witnessed the saddest and happiest thing. As crowded as the bus station was, nobody helped a toddler rolling on the floor in frustration as his mum watch helplessly clutching to their bags of belongings.
It went on for 10 mins with bursts of crying punctuated with silent exhaustion. It was hot, humid and polluted; not just the bus exhaust fumes but also cigarette smoke. The bus to Mersing was late by 2 hours with no updates from the counter.
Suddenly an Indian man picked the Malay boy up for a minute and then left as he continued to cry. He continued rolling on the floor. Then a Chinese man went to pick the little Malay boy up and coax him to stop crying and calm him down. The mother felt relief and very tired at the same time.
It so good to see the smile back on the toddler's face and the mother followed suit. He went to enquire about the delayed bus and pat the boy like his own.
When the bus arrived 40 mins later he took them down the steep stairs carefully, one hand carrying the toddler, another holding the railing. He waved goodbye as they boarded the bus as if sending off his own family. No recognition or thanks required.
This is the Malaysia I remember and love. May God in His grace and mercy, revive our land amidst all that has gone wrong.
Better is a little with righteousness than great revenues without right.