I wish I had a nickel for every pack of cigarettes that I slung out my moving car window, while saying I was quitting, yet to head straight to the store to buy another pack.
Then finally in the mid '90's, as per the request of my father, as to his gift for Christmas, I quit (cold turkey). I quit for 6 years, until I let stress get the best of me and started again.
2002, I was hit with coronary artery disease and a 95% blockage, which came with 4 stents. On the day I was released from the hospital, as soon as I got in the car, I lit up, took a puff (the nastiest taste I had ever experienced) and threw it out the window. That was my last.
Up until 2002, I had not been living the walk with Christ, and I fully believe that everything that happened to me was due to not following Him as I should...amazing how a couple of smacks up side the head get one's attention.
In the last three years I have suffered the worst stress any one could imagine, and I am proud to say that with Him back in my life, He has given me the desire not to light up again.
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