I used to drink heavily. My favorite mix was white vodka and white rum. I never paid attention to chemistry of either and any possible chemical reaction, but it tasted great with Coke and ice.
Anyway that was my happiness while in high school and by the age of 22 I'd quit drinking (sober once again). The fear of becoming a common alcoholic stopped me. Maybe God was there helping me, but back then that idea never occurred to me. What's important isn't the possibility of a divine intervention, but rather my fear saving me, at least this time around.
Nowadays, over twenty years later, I can find some level of happiness and shelter in church.
