Years ago on the evening news a woman slowly lowered her son, aged about ten, to the ground. He had just drawn his last breath as we watched, dead from starvation. My son, aged ten, was sitting next to me on the sofa, well fed, healthy, safe and loved, and also horrified, and yet all these years later this pitiful suffering of the innocents goes on. I wish man would learn that you can't eat money, and violence and fighting simply create more of the same, into a bleak future.
Good Morning Thursday 7th May 2026
Bereavement wipes out everything


