Love and Statistics
It is a pretty small piece of rock that we are living on. I mean, it has a radius of only six thousand miles. You could hop in your car and head down the motorway and clear your way through a thousand before the day was out. Except your country might not be big enough. They are pretty small too.
It's official: 89% of all statistics make me feel like the world is going to hell, if not tomorrow, then very soon.
But there are no statistics available on the number of small acts of kindness performed every day, every hour, every second. No statistics on the number of biting words withheld for the sake of harmony. No statistics on the number of stoic resilient smiles, no statistics on the sacrifices and self-giving borne out of that inconveniently unquantifiable thing called Love.