I had a very rough childhood. I began drinking when I was 12 years old. By the time I was in my twenties, I was drinking a case of beer a day with several days adding vodka and/or whiskey. That went on for about twenty years.

Then one day, after a day of fishing on the river, I was so drunk I had trouble getting my boat onto the trailer to drive home. As it turned out there was a fish commission officer not far away observing my ineptitude. When he saw me pull up out of the water and through the parking lot, his headlights went on and he stopped me. For some reason he said he wasn't going to cite me for being intoxicated while operating the boat, but neither was I going to drive anywhere or going to be allowed to sleep it off in the parking lot. Someone else drove my vehicle to a nearby relative's house and a fell asleep in the driveway.

After waking up, the first thing I told my wife was that I would never drink alcohol again. She laughed: as if that were possible!

But it was my last drink and it was over 18 years ago. Simultaneous to all this, someone had been continuously telling me about my need for Jesus. I couldn't or wouldn't hear what the person was saying but now my mind was clear and I surrendered control of my life to Jesus Christ.

Am I ever glad that I did! I have begun to live life to the fullest, with more joy than I ever had when I was drowning my sorrows in the suds!

Barry,