Last year, driving in California, I found myself on the wrong side of the road. I was 30 seconds away from hitting two cars coming the other way.

A horse-riding accident when I was about 15.

I hit a bit of lumpy tarmac driving my motorbike over the Pyrenees in the early 1980s. There was no safety barrier and I found myself riding along the edge of a precipice on half the width of the tyres for 100 yards.

In 2012 I stared into the eyes of someone who had just stabbed a man in the neck on the street. I was trying to help the victim; for a very long three or four seconds, I thought he was going to come for me next.

1 May 1981 in Paris, because that’s the day I was reconverted to Catholicism.

My son Ramón was the victim of my wrath at a particular time that still withers me with disgrace.

Golfer, priest, police officer, teacher and, after going to the movies, actor.

Shares in The Way, which turned out to be the best movie I have done. Written and directed by my son Emilio, it’s a father-son story about the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage.

After the initial travel ban debacle, I wept with joy at all the good people who came out against this fascistic edict.

That I was partially responsible for bringing some extraordinary human beings into the world, and they responded to me as a loving father.