We are one pill popping happy culture. There is a pill for this, and a pill for that. Swallow something down and sit back and wait for all your ills to go away. The search for the utopian answer is never ending. As an active participant in the pill popping mania, I can attest to the helpless feeling of dependency on something outside yourself for health and wellness. I'm fairly healthy, no big things yet, but I suffer and experience all the mind games as surrogate for my little lion. He is the innocent and unwitting party who has no say, but to who it all happens too. We make the decisions but he is the one who has to suffer the pills, liquids, sprinkles, shots, nose vaporizers and all the side-effects that go with them, and he is the one who has to teeter on that illusive balance beam which at any moments can pitch him over the line from healthiness into the dark land of seizures, hospitalization, and brain damage. It is a given that we, as his parents, will choose t