Once, in the hospital where I serve, a woman suddenly went beserk. From the opthalmology clinic where she came for consultation, she started hitting people in the corridors. She shouted and cursed the doctors and nurses around. Even the security were unable to pacify her. Two of my friends who attend my weekly group meetings in the hospital approached the angry woman. One of them simply said to the woman, "Jesus loves you!" The woman stopped. Sat on the chair. And she longingly asked my friend, "Really? How is that?" My friend, a non-doctor, gave the woman her best therapy for the day ... and even for the rest of her lifetime.