Jimmy was a smart, athletic and cool kid who his millionaire father loved very much. Jimmy wasn't selfish, he was very sociable and was content throughout his childhood.
There was one thing though. Every year, on his birthday ever since he learned how to speak, he requested his father got him a pink golf ball. When the father asked why he was met with silence. The same for his friends and relatives. Nobody know why he only ever wanted a pink golf ball. Nobody ever know what he did with them either.
On his 10th birthday, 1 pink golf ball. 11th, a pink golf ball. 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th and 16th - nothing but a pink golf ball. Upon receiving them he showed little emotion except slight gratitude.
Then on his 17th, his father know it was time to get Jimmy a special present. This is the UK after all and Jimmy can now finally learn to drive, so his father bought him all the driving lessons Jimmy would need, a provisional licence and a brand new car. But Jimmy wasn't content, he went to his dad and said: "Dad, thanks and all but can I please just have a pink golf ball?".
His dad told him to keep the other gifts, but reluctantly went and got Jimmy a pink gold ball too.
The cycle continues all the way up until one day when Jimmy was 21 years old. He was going to the shops when he parked up on the side of the road, and as he ran across he got hit by a bus.
Lying there in hospital, Jimmy's father ran in and comforted his son. Knowing it was the end, his father ask sobbingly: "Jimmy, why oh why for all these years have you only ever wanted a pink golf ball?".
With his final few breaths, as his heart rate slowed, Jimmy looked up lovingly at his father... and died. The moral of the story is, look both ways before you cross the road.