Every time I visit New York City, I am reminded that world peace is possible. If you have doubts about that, just ride any NYC subway during morning or evening rush hour.
During my last visit, I stood on a subway with countless other people, shoulder-to-shoulder, packed in so tight that there was barely room to expand my lungs for breathing. I began to look at each person around me, throughout the car, and take in all of the beautiful diversity in front of me. All of us, peacefully coexisting in a very confined place, under very stressful conditions. In that one subway car, every citizen of the world was represented. Every color, every size, every gender, every sexual orientation, every religion, every culture, every mental capacity, every possible combination of human being you can dream up. As I stood there, I realized that I was witnessing a tiny microcosm that represented hope for us all. Peace. It is possible. Every single day.