Whenever I get gloomy with the state of world, I think about the arrival gate at Heathrow airport. General opinion makes out that we live in a world of hatred and greed but I don’t see that. Seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy but it’s always there. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives. Boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, none of the phone calls from people on board were messages of hate or revenge. They were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.
