I met my wife, 26 years ago, in a coffee house run by a priest, Father Joe.The coffee house’s main purpose was to give ex-physcriatic patients, a place they could go to mingle and socialise, without having the fear of being rejected, or looked down on, by the so-called “normal people.” I was there talking to Sister Marcella, when Gabriella walked in, she looked so beautiful that I wondered how in the world could I ever get up the nerve, to go over and introduce myself. To my surprise an...