It is amazing I am not dead.

Why and how I managed to quit smoking.

Fifty three years ago I had a friend who was a girl (not an official Girlfriend).

Her mom smoked and worked away from home all day, an opportunity her daughter utilized to pinch her smokes and share them with me. Both our parents smoked as well.

So off and on I became accustomed to smoking; my smoking habit got a real boost when I joined the merchant marine service at the age of seventeen, because sailors are allowed to purchase cigarettes tax-free outsideof territorial waters.

Eventually I began smoking more and even more cigarettes and had to get out of bed two or three times nightly for an additional nicotine fix.

Life without cigarettes was just not imaginable.

Going on an airline was sheer torture because I was not allowed to smoke for two or three of hours.

On a flight from Canada to Singapore I sneaked a few of smokes in the washroom in spite of the fact that airplanes were already putting people in jail for smoking on board.

As the years went by half of my mother's family died of lung cancer.

My father's only sibling died of lung cancer.

My mother died of a brain tumor - she used to be a heavy smoker.

My father developed lung cancer.

After he got lung cancer he visited me; he looked like a pathetic skin on bones human, wearing a corduroy suit, however eve

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