I remember the first time I had ever heard about alcohol was when I was about 7. It was in first grade in health class. They taught us about things we had no clue even existed. They kept telling that they were bad, bad, bad. We would hear so much about this mysterious evil thing called a drug and we didn't even know what they were. We didn't know what they even looked like. It's so ironic how much they emphasized that drugs were bad in relation to how many kids do it these days. They kept telling us to say "no" and we didn't even know what to say "no" too.
My issue with alcohol is a balanced one. I believe everything should be balanced. I believe it is okay to have a little of something as long as it is not "abused". Too much of anything is bad for you and can lead to future problems. Especially alcohol. My grandfather was an alcoholic. He has many brothers and they drink regularly too. It runs in the family. Anyways, alcohol messed up his life. I'm not sure about all the details but I know he had a rough life, and he had a lot of problems. I was able to see the final consequences of his earlier decisions with drinks. By the time he ended up in my house with my family taking care of him he was a mess. Barely able to move, he was reduced to practically living in a wheel chair. He also had a terribly hard time trying to speak, understand others, and processing thoughts. I don't know how much he had drank in his life to drag him down to this point but I do know that it was too much. After living with us for about 4 months, he passed away. He was about 68. Because of his drinking habits, he slowly corroded his life, leaving him with nothing but his family. I'm okay with people who drink, and I have done it a few times myself, but always keep in mind that too much of anything can kill you.
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