When I first began to ingest alcohol it was because I wanted to feel better. I was at some social event and felt awkward, nervous, inept, not fitting in, clueless, and such. So I had a drink to be at least doing something that others were doing. Once in a great while when everyone was drinking a lot, I kept up, but felt lousy the next day. Since I was an athlete on a scholarship, I stayed pretty healthy. But after I got out of formal education and moved to a full-time corporate job in a new city, over time something changed. I went from drinking to feel better, to drinking because I wanted to drink. It was a gradual process, going from mostly drinking to feel better and occasionally drinking to drink, to where the drink was the focus. I even enjoyed drinking by myself. God seemed to have other plans for me that did not include drinking. Why me? I don't ask anymore. Rather, I get up each morning and say "Thank you." On my good days, when I remember my "Thank you," I try to be helpful to others. It is hard to be judgmental and heartless when you have been where I was. Now, many of you who thought I was a holy priest on your pedestal will want to dump my blog from you Facebook. But maybe one or two will be helped. I am really not THAT unholy!