There are days when the fear and anxiety crash over me like a tidal wave. My mind goes blank, my heart beats erratically, and my fighting spirit dwindles away. At these times, I am tempted to believe my problems can be cured by a pill, a drink, or some other chemical substance. Yet, I am a man; I am more than a fleshy sack of chemicals and water; I am more than the sum of a great number of biological and chemical reactions; I am the culmination of my ancestors’ hopes and dreams. The spirits of my ancestors are still with me. From them, I find the strength to carry on to fight another day.