I know Doc Holliday seems like a strange inspiration. But Holliday, like some others, faced and overcame his adversities. He was frail like a small child and yet feared. He loved life, and yet he was dying, and every day, he could expect to be his last. Most of his life was spent alone except as a prostitute here and there.  But he did not give in to his ailments, nor did he fold up and die. He lived every day working up until his final days. I appreciate that about Doc. I have read many books about his life and concluded that he was not the outlaw or evil man everyone made him out to be in later years. He was a man, a young one who, yes, drank too much, most likely to ease the blisters that formed on the inside of his throat due to the illness that he suffered. He had a short fuse. He did not always play fair. But very few did in the time and place he lived. He was not the cool hand Val Kilmer gave him in Tombstone or the out-of-control doc from the movie Wyatt Earp. I would say somewhere in the middle, you will find him. He will always be one of my favorites.