In a museum, somewhere in France, there hangs a famous painting which accords the story of the little men, whom destinies sent down into these dungeons of the buried alive. He was just an unsuccessful family doctor, yet everyone liked him. So, when the French Revolution came along, he was given his first government job, head of a public hospital. That hospital was a madhouse, a position no one else would take, yet, Philippe Pinel, failure as a doctor was going there because inside his small body was a courage-like steel. And that, walk through the streets of Paris, with his pet bird and his pour belongings was leading him to deathless fame, but to reach it, he was going to have to pass through purgatory.
A few hours later, in the dark caves below La Bicetre, an iron door opened, letting the sunlight blind the eyes of those below who lived in perpetual night. Pinel could not believe what he found on his first inspection of the facility. Several of the inmates had been there for 30 years or more and lived in horrible conditions, a prison rather than a hospital.
Thus, in the autumn of 1793, did a humble and modest man discovered that love and kindness are the two greatest medicines known to science, and Dr. Pinel lay down some famous rules. One: hatred of chains had never cured anyone of anything. Two: the mentally sick can be cured. And in the two-year period that followed the arrival of Pinel, more than a hundred suffering souls went up that stairway from darkness into the outer world of the light, and sky and the stars.
His work was not popular and he was beaten on the street only to be rescued by one of the inmates he had released. For by one of the great coincidences of history, the man who had saved his life was Hector Chevigny (early officer of the Royal Navy, then mindless, no longer knowing the meaning of the fleur-de-lis branded on his hand), whose mind had been cured by the kindness of Philippe Pinel.