
Hope through Music: An Interview with Father Rob Galea
Addiction, depression, music, and faith—all are part of this popular priest’s journey.
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Addiction, depression, music, and faith—all are part of this popular priest’s journey.

Before my oldest daughter, Maddie, was born, I remember spending what seemed like hours washing, folding, and refolding her little outfits before placing them in her tiny laundry basket. I remember holding them close to my face, breathing in their baby-powdered scent. I would then carefully place each of them neatly in her dresser drawer, anxiously awaiting her arrival.

One of the first things I learned as a parent is that kids are like sponges. They soak up everything around them—even the things we don’t want them to. When they’re young, it’s easier to limit all of the sources from which they pick things up. We can monitor what they watch, listen to, or hear us say.

As a parent, there is nothing better than watching your child succeed at something. What mom or dad doesn’t relish the look of pure joy and accomplishment on the face of their child when they tell you that they nailed that exam, made the team, or got the job? Unfortunately, the harsh reality is that there will also be a lot of times when those things might not happen.

God’s love never ends, and that’s how much I love you.

Look at any newspaper, magazine, or any type of social media these days, and you would be hard-pressed to not find some story or post about sexual assault or harassment. The floodgates opened last October after The New York Times published allegations of sexual harassment and assault against Hollywood mogul Harvey Weinstein. Soon after, the pool of those being accused quickly widened, ranging from actors to politicians to corporate executives. Every day it seems there’s another headline highlighting yet another allegation.

“Why fit in when you were born to stand out? ” You could say that quote from Dr. Seuss summed me up when I was growing up. To say I had a very individual style is an understatement.
At an age when most girls were busy playing dress-up and fixing their hair, my hair was covered with a baseball hat. While my friends were playing with Barbies, I was outside tossing a tennis ball against the side of our house. And when my friends covered their walls with posters of the latest teen heartthrobs, I was putting up posters of football great Walter Payton.