From 20 to 25 I might have given you some competition. I drove my grandma to Baton Rouge once to see her sister and she asked me if I ever drank. I said I had a few beers and she cried the rest of the way. I loved my grandma, so I just stopped. All her sons drank and screwed up their lives and every six months she had to go get her brother in N.O. and nurse him back to health. One year they found him froze to death behind the Sears and Roebucks next to a dumpster. It wasn't hard to stop for her. My dad's drinking had already cost me a mom and sister. It wasn't hard for me to give it up. She helped me get off a dead-end road I already knew I was on. I never did get enough real love from most who supposed to love me, to hurt the ones who did love me, just made it easy. Mom is the only human, I have left who lights up when she sees me. No drink is worth losing that. My family has too many high achievers that became losers in the family tree already. No desire to add my name to that list. I've got lots of good stories and too many sad endings. TMI, sorry.

I'm sure your story which is inspirational is one of many on this and other sites. My sister and I often wonder how all of us managed to even make it to adulthood we both agree we had an angel sitting on all our shoulders. To many times doing something stupid and getting out of it unhurt and later looking back going wow. Mine was a little voice saying walk away for some reason I always trusted that voice and still do. be u alway be blesses Peewee