A woman with three children stands at the edge of the kerb. The light is red. For a split second, I see her and realise she is teaching her children NOT to cross until they see the little green man, and then I walk straight past them.
It’s a losing battle.
Even if you plan your life lessons like a Chess Grandmaster, thinking moves ahead, your advice vanishes like chrysanthemums in a campfire when tested against the sway of the tribe.
One day, they will be standing at the kerb waiting for the little green man before blindly following the billow like a bull facing the blood-red of the Matador’s cloth.
Why should our advice on alcohol be any different?
Instead of waiting for our children to follow a tribe, STRIVE to create a better one?
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