I do understand the difficulty being around it....spent 17 years in the Marines and I have to be one of less than .5% that didin't drink extreme amounts of alcohol on a weekly basis. I was that way because of that promise to my Uncle. My Uncle was the coolest person I knew growing up. He was a sailer on an aircraft carrier and would pass through town once a year on his way home when in port. He would stay with us for 3 days and tell incredible stories and always came with gifts. To a 7 year old boy living in a small town in the middle of nowhere, he was like a super hero to me. When I was 10, my family drove by his home on a vacation so we visited him and his family. There wasn't room for my big family so they stayed in a hotel, but I was allowed to stay with my hero Uncle. Well, the second night I was there, that Uncle came home drunk and I mean trashed. My cousins all told me to get into bed and pretend to be asleep, to always act asleep. Uncle came into the bedroom like a wild man and wanted his kids to get up so they could have a drink with him (they were 11 and 13). They both acted like they were asleep until Uncle grabbed one by the hair and dragged him out of bed. Both kids were screaming and crying as Uncle slapped the oldest really hard, then punched him. I grabbed the lamp and hit my Uncle in the head 3 times until he crawled out of the room bleeding. I left the house and walked 4 miles to the hotel where my family was at and never wanted to see my Uncle again. Six months later, that Uncle crashed into a station wagon killing a family of 4 while he was drunk. He wrote me a personal letter pouring out his guts, apologizing, and telling me to never follow in his footsteps....to never drink. The only time i heard from him again was when I enlisted in the Marines. He sent me a ltter, via my parents, concerned that I would end up being a hard drinker (pretty much the norm for Marines) and warned me once again. He also said that he laughed when he found out that the 10 year old kid that flattened his head would join the Marines. I have had a few drinks, but everytime another was offerred I would always see my Uncle's face and walk away. That face kept me sober when all those around me were not. I guess that might have been the one good thing my Uncle did in his life, because I sure could have become a heavy drinker otherwise.