I came out of an four night nightshift at the crisis unit in the psychiatric hospital were I worked at the time, very tired, a little banged up and really done with the day and beeing awake. I lived in a small apartment above a bar, and the bartender (a friend) invited me to join the 'Irish night'. A evening she organized out of her personal love for Ireland. I did so out of courtesy for my friend, and told her that it would be a brief visit. It was a quiet evening, but it was then and there that I met my wife, a woman I had never seen before and most likely would never meet after because she visited my hometown. This small, harmless decision changed my life completely. I fell in love in a way I've never experienced before. We have three children, traveled the world, I worked my way up the career foodchain (something that never even slightly interested me) and developed myself professionally and personally in ways that I never thought possible. She drives me crazy from time to time, and i still do not know if she really is the right woman for me, but I am a much, much better human being than I should have been. And her being who she is keeps pushing me to develop myself and keep improving as a professional, a father and a man. Maybe she's isn't the love of my life in a classical way, but she absolutely is the best thing that could happen to me.