Sober 38 years myself. My weakness was Southern Comfort— But I saw the light... It was blue... in my rear view mirror. And I was a paramedic at the time, so I felt like a total hypocrite. And I was SURE it was going to cost me my job. Luckily it didn’t, but I was never going to put myself or anyone else at risk like that again, so I quit that very day.