What Was I Thinking?

   I began puffing on a ciggie at the young age of 12.  I never liked the way it made my father gag, cough, and sputter, but nevertheless, I liked that once in awhile smoke.

   By the time I realized what was going on with the daily ciggies it was too late...I found myself addicted. I had always promised myself that I would quit completely by the time I "needed" them. Little did I know.

   I prayed, read on the Q, prayed, lived on the Q, prayed and then prayed some more.  Now finally, I am heading toward a three year quit... and no cheats!

 I have many to thank, all my Quitnet friends, My Dear Father in Heaven, and my family. I did lose my Dad to the deadly addiction, but he knew I did it, and it was not only for myself, but for him, too. I miss you, Dad.