KATIE HOPKINS: In a world of misery - and at my darkest moment - the flashes of incredible kindness that gave me hope for us yet
At the moment the world is filled with sadness.
Parisians stumble about, uncertain of everything except that their world will never be the same again.
The villagers of Ibstock can barely believe the body of 15-year-old Kayleigh has been found, in woods where they go walking every day.
I am Fraken-dashian: Face smashed, teeth wobbly and lips the size of a Kardashian’s, I am strangely happy
And even strong men hardened by a lifetime working at the coal-face of revulsion in law and media seem bereft.
A court judge wept as he passed sentence on the killers of Becky Watts, exhausted from hearing of the horrors meted out to a girl the age of his own daughter.
A BBC reporter broke down live on air at the Place de la Republique, overcome by the enormity of it all.
Despite my fierce loyalty to my country, I have found myself feeling grateful I’ve lived most of my life in a time before all this, before the clash between the ancient and the free.
But fearful for my children who may yet have to endure some hideous apocalyptic ending. Another Great War, this time fought from the air and cyber-space, lacking any soft edge of humanity.
No football matches in no-man’s land on Christmas Day. No German and American voices joined in singing Silent Night.
Gas and air: There are people willing to offer shelter to strangers, good Samaritans willing to call for help, who stay on hand until you are safe and then disappear quietly into the night
No prospect of poppies of Remembrance or sweet old soldiers, still marching, proudly telling little girls they'd do it all over again just for them.
There was one horrible moment yesterday when I even found myself wondering if I was glad my life might be short and my time up before the country I love becomes a stranger to me, or chemical warfare brings hell on earth, or another bombed plane drops from the skies...
KATIE! KATIE! I regained consciousness. Cold tarmac on my right cheek, the taste of kidneys in my throat, and rain p***ing from a sky which wasn't where it should be...
And there were the big feet of Joe the Black Cabbie, and his voice telling me everything would be OK, calling for help, explaining I was lying in the middle of the road.
And a police lady checking my neck, radioing for help for a 35-year-old female. *inner whoop*
And another man, telling me I was fine, the blood was only on my head and face, but that my cream coat was surely dead.
A crowd making a rainbow canopy of umbrellas to help keep the police and ambulance crews dry whilst they worked. The crowd stood there, soaking, just to keep us from the rain.
The owner of a restaurant even invited the hideous-looking monster of blood onto her clean floor.
All these people suddenly working together to help a stranger who looked like she’d been clubbed around the head and now dragged her dislocated limbs like an octopus with MS.
A team of strangers, putting one person back together with whatever they could offer - time, phones, umbrellas, a place in the dry - before passing her along to those trained to stitch a lip or relocate an arm or nose.
Tears: A court judge (left) wept as he passed sentence on the killers of Becky Watts, while a BBC reporter (right) broke down live on air at the Place de la Republique, overcome by the enormity of it all
I don't just want to thank all these strangers for scraping me off the road. I want to thank them for reminding me the world is not full of sadness.
In our own little worlds, our hyper-local lives, there is a huge amount of joy.
There are people willing to offer shelter to strangers, good Samaritans willing to call for help, who stay on hand until you are safe and then disappear quietly into the night.
Whilst ancient religions threaten to tear this world apart, our modern way of coping, built on human kindness, is something I can believe in. There is a church of the people - and it is strong.
And my own weakness, epilepsy, which sent me crashing to the floor face-first, serves as a reminder not to fixate on the bad. Sometimes we need to focus on the good.
Face smashed, teeth wobbly and lips the size of a Kardashian’s, I am strangely happy.
I am Fraken-dashian and I believe people are good at heart. Sometimes it takes the worst of times for us to see it.
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