“Drink from the chalice!” her voice boomed as she pushed the vessel toward me. There I sat staring at a beautifully ornate gold goblet that had what appeared to be steam running over the sides. I took the chalice into my hands, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the eyes in the room on me as I raised the goblet to my lips. I could not stop the thoughts rushing through my head about how fortunate I was to have the opportunity to drink from the same goblet and the same potion that gave people like Nefertiti and Cleopatra and many others their great self-confidence. I tipped the chalice and felt the cold liquid inside rushing toward my mouth and then came a piercing noise startled I jumped and sat straight up in bed. I reached over and pushed the snooze button…