Yesterday, August 3rd, marked 10 years of liberty from enslavement to tobacco.
After decades as a chain smoker, I broke free on August 3rd, 2009. (Of course there had been many previous attempts.)
To those of you who never started the filthy habit, congratulations.
To those of you, like me, who laboured under the yoke and broke free, let us celebrate!
To those of you who are still labouring under the Obnoxious Master, let me give renewed hope. I was one who they said would never quit. Towards the end, I was smoking like half a carton (about 100 cigarettes) a day. I grew up in a smoking household. Like my parents, I had an overflowing ashtray in every room. Smoking was the first thing I did when I woke up and the last thing I did when I went to bed. If I can beat it, so can you.
