That is one of my driving forces. I look back to where I was 2 years ago and I am quickly reminded of where I do NOT want to go. Homeless, in a wheelchair, on the verge of death and estranged from my family. While I no longer have cravings, I do wonder what would happen if I just had one drink. Then I shake my head, get someone to kick me in the *** and go on with my day. One drink is NOT worth what I have rebuilt and the respect I have gained via sobriety. Plus my PN has dropped to almost undetectable.