remember being a boy of about 8, feeling helpless to bring my fighting parents closer together, and then seeing a vision of myself, running from home to home, rescuing those that could still be saved. I even gave myself a moniker: "The marriage missionary," and later, "the Love Prophet." I would spend long hours thinking about the secret of how to keep a husband and wife happily under the same roof for the duration of their lives. When I flew on airplanes I would watch the couples sitting together and try and discern the difference between those that were smiling...