……you see or hear something which renews your faith that mankind can overcome this endless cycle of violence hatred and war. Sometimes the beauty of the human spirit shines like a beacon. This week it happened.
On Friday night Antoine Leiris’s wife Helene was murdered in the atrocities visited on Paris. He had every right to wish for revenge and to hate the gunmen. I will not sully his response with words of my own. This is what he said.
I saw her this morning. Finally, after nights and days of waiting. She was just as beautiful as when she left on Friday night, just as beautiful as when I fell hopelessly in love over 12 years ago. Of course I am devastated by this pain, I give you this little victory, but the pain will be short-lived. I know that she will be with us every day and that we will find ourselves again in this paradise of free love to which you have no access.
We are just two, my son and me, but we are stronger than all the armies in the world. I don’t have any more time to devote to you, I have to join Melvil who is waking up from his nap. He is barely 17-months-old. He will eat his meals as usual, and then we are going to play as usual, and for his whole life this little boy will threaten you by being happy and free. Because no, you will not have his hatred either.”
Enough to move this old cynic to tears, I wish I had that kind of strength.