On a snowy day in December 2001, I miraculously and quite unintentionally cured myself of schizophrenia. Some may see that word “miraculously” and jump to the conclusion that I had a delusional religious experience. I’ve selected that word because there is no known cure for schizophrenia, and if “cure” means the permanent elimination of symptoms and that’s what I experienced, then doesn’t “miraculously” apply? My experience was like the scene in Forrest Gump when the young Forrest flees from a truck full of bullies. His metal leg braces mysteriously disintegrate, and he miraculously runs away. But, that, of course, could only happen in a movie.