On Mon, 21 Jul 2008 16:57:15 -0700 (PDT), eightpans
<chrisconro@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>I remember when I smoked I would wake up in the morning reach for my
>pack and lighter, had it lit as I went down the stairs then I would
>start coughing. I would just make it to the back door and spit my
>first brown streaked mouthful of phlegm in the drain. I would suck the
>living daylights out of that first cigarette and on to the next. Back
>up to the bathroom and then the real coughing begins, we are talking
>from my bootstraps here, coughing till I wretched, beating my chest
>like king fricking kong. I would wake my kids up with the racket.
>Somewhere in this haze of addiction a voice said "this isn't right"
>Most smokers hear the voice but to carry on smoking you have to batten
>that voice down, I had done so for years.
>I found this place and saw a bit of light, I kept reading, learning
>and started listening two and a half years odd down the line with all
>your help I have turned a corner.
>I wake in the morning now and feel fresh and clean. I brush my teeth
>and head out side into the yard and start breathing in huge lungfuls
>of fresh air. Sometimes I breathe in and think it will never stop.
>It will be a cold day in hell if I were to smoke again. It would be a
>hell of my own making. I chose not to smoke, not smoking is the right
>thing to do. Lets do the right thing.
>
>Chris
Never forget. Never forget those mornings such as you described.
I'm glad you're doing the right thing. I'm glad I'm doing the right
thing. I'm glad we are all doing the right thing.
Here's to the right thing!!
Sue
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