A Change
When I came into this world, I came with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth. I surely thought I would go out that way as well. When I turned 40, I told myself I was going to quit. When I turned 45, I told myself I was going to quit. Before I reached my fiftieth, I said this is the big one and I am going to do this. Next thing you know, I was 54 and still smoking. Can you imagine that? Ya don�t see a whole lot of older people smoking. Do you know why? They either quit or they are among the dead. That�s right. Now given the choice at this juncture in my life, I prefer to be in the former group. I could never imagine a person being so reckless as to smoke for twenty years, how reckless is thirty, forty...then.
This Friday I will have gone two years without a smoke. And you know what? Good for me, my family and my friends. I was on this mission, something that I had to do, a goal that had always escaped me. It�s been decades coming and hell no; I�m not letting it go.
It is different being a non-smoker, a change. It is good different and I kind of like it. Okay, I really like it! I like being able to say no thank you, I can live without. I like the freedom of choice that I have now.
A year and a half ago, I came here to find other quitters like myself to celebrate my six months anniversary with me. And now will you join me in celebrations of my two year anniversary.
May all of you find the strength and resolve to give them up for good. Keep sticking to it.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]1/22/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 722
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 12,996
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $3,971.00
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 134 [B]Hrs:[/B] 13 [B]Mins:[/B] 50 [B]Seconds:[/B] 56
