How so the Time Flies
The two-a-day club at age eleven, my friend would sneak a pack from his mother�s cartoon; we turned green twice a day.
Remembering working in a downtown, LA business club, where I parked and washed cars. I was seventeen and I smoked. I worked with a man twice my age, he was Turkish, and went by the name of Turk. Turk was a heavy smoker; he had quit a year or so before. He would preach to me, tell me how smoking aged the skin and that I should quit. I did not.
At age 35, many of my closest friends had quit smoking; they had a run of twenty years. I too, but did not.
Women friends succumb to lung cancer, their ages 47 and 56; I smoke.
At age 45 and 50, I made a personal commitment to myself that I would quit on these birth years; however �where is that lighter?�
And after a short spell, relative to the years that you had indulged, time flies as well.
Regard,
Stickin To It
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]1/22/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 778
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 14,004
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $4,279.00
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 145 [B]Hrs:[/B] 1 [B]Mins:[/B] 52 [B]Seconds:[/B] 37
