Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion is starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It 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 a plane is about to crash, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board are messages of hate or revenge – they are all messages of love.
If you look for it, i’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.
