I don’t know about any of you smokers out there, but if you have ever tried to quit, you know how hard it is–for most of us. It was the worst habit I had entertained in my whole life, and when I realized how horrible I began to feel after years of inhaling all those toxins, I wanted to quit. Oh, the agony of it all!
Chapter Thirty-Six – You’re Too Pretty to Smoke
“God, I hate smoking! Please help me quit. I’ll suffer anything you want; just help me to quit. Amen.” It was a fervent prayer, and I meant it.
“Just take a drag in.”
I was twelve years old when Jeannie Braid stuck that first cigarette in my mouth and put a match to it. She was two years older than I, and a seasoned smoker. The world whirled. My throat felt as raw as a skinned knee on cement.
“Blow it out, you dumb ox!” Jeannie yelled.
I coughed and sputtered as a thin stream of smoke escaped my lips. It was not as much as I had I taken in. I had swallowed the rest. It was awful. I thought I was dying.
“Okay, now take another puff and blow it out right away!” was the next command.
Still dizzy, I stupidly did what she said—and I was hooked for the next forty-seven years of my life……
I have fought the good fight….(2 Timothy 4:7)
Tomorrow – My Travels – A Lesson in Adventure