My son, Alfie, was bawling for me not to leave this morning. Not to get the train to Liverpool Street. I decided to get a later train. To stay and comfort him awhile. Knowing that the BBC could spare 20 minutes for me to give my boy a cuddle and play cars. If not for that delay, I would have been there at the time; not on that train, that line, but close enough to feel the reverberations through the station. It's a sharp poke in the chest. Don't take any of this for granted. Don't part from those you love on a cross word. The next chance to say "I love you" can be snatched away in an thoughtless instant. Always remember to ask yourself "Did *you* give the world some love today?"