I used to think that a mature man derived security and contentment from his ability to care for his family and himself, to provide the necessities of life and to protect his loved ones from harm and danger. I thought a laboring man derived his security from a strong, healthy body which would be able to accomplish these things physically, that a wealthy man could buy the things he needed, that a highly intelligent man could always think himself through. But just when I was successful enough to begin to feel this security, I began to realize that it wasn’t there. Although I had a wonderful wife and a great many friends, I began to feel a decided loneliness inside. This feeling grew until it became almost unbearable. I realized that I was building up to a nervous breakdown.