Who knows when it comes to other people?
The young guy at the fruit machine with a beer, could work the graveyard shift somewhere and be winding down after work...or he could be me years ago and on his way to full blown alcoholic hell.
The old guys on their second round of beers could be on their last round for the day...or it could be me a few years back and the second of many.
All I know is that neither is me today and for that I am grateful. It is because of that gratitude for before&after and the people that have helped me, if anyone is getting to a point where they want to change, I willingly share about my descent into alcoholic hell and the journey out.
Who knows when it comes to other people? All I know... is how little I know. :~)