I Love to Smoke, A New Way to Smoke
How I Stopped Smoking
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Do You Think You Are Elite and Sophisticated Because You Smoke? I don’t think so! The only time smoking makes people elite and sophisticated is when it causes them to be dressed up in their finest clothes to be laid to rest. All of their family and finest friends will come to pay their respects. Then the smoker will be in a big procession in a very expensive Cadillac car-- I think it is called a hearse! Is there a rebuttal? Someone may say, " I wear a suit, I own a Cadillac car, I smoke and I am not dead." Yes, I know; but there are so many people, especially teenagers, who wish they could be like you. They have no idea of how you may end up or how soon it could happen. In some cases they see you and wish they could have what you have. They think if they blow smoke they will be exactly like you. They may be right in the long run. They will get what you have. They may get cancer. Do you think a cigarette is your friend? Let’s say you like a brand of cigarettes named Chesterfield. Your cigarettes have been your companion for who knows how long? Now I have news for you: Friends usually stay by your side when you need them most. But let it be known that someday you may have to bear a painful separation somewhere along the line. Companies can’t always stay together forever. Just think about the time when the signs of emphysema occur and the oxygen tanks will be prescribed, and the doctor gives the warning to stop smoking or else! No hospitals allow smoking anymore, so if and when that time comes, you will experience a lot of discouragement and a very bad feeling. Relying on cigarette smoking for companionship is not a very good idea. But Smoking Helps Me to Think! That used to be my excuse to go on smoking. All I know is that when I would smoke, I really only thought about whether I had enough cigarettes and how I would blow smoke. I thought about whether I had my cigarettes nearby, whether I had a cigarette lighter or matches, and whether I had money to buy some more cigarettes. I thought about which direction I should blow my smoke and whether I should let some smoke go through my nose. I would think about where I can smoke and whether my smoke will get in somebody’s way. I thought about how I would pick up a pack of cigarettes, where I would put them, how I would light them, and how I would handle them. I thought about how I should put out the cigarette, how full or empty the ash tray was, and how or where to dispose of the ashes or butts. Oh, and I had those nagging thoughts about how someday I’m going to quit smoking or I’ll get cancer and the darn cigarettes cost too much and I need a drink to get the dirty taste out of my mouth and I need to wash my hands because they smell like smoke. And God forbid if somebody says one thing about my smoking! After all, smoking was my best friend. How did I ever think that smoking cigarettes helped me to think? I thought about other people who smoked. How did they do it? How can they afford it? I was so preoccupied with thoughts of smoking that I don’t know how I could clearly concentrate on anything! At school, work, shopping, the doctor's office, hospital, or any place I went, there was that thought of when I could have my next smoke. What time is it? The only thing smoking helped me to think about was smoking! I was wasting my money, my health, and making myself stink. And if I didn’t stop, I would end up sick one day. Turkeys ‘n’ Marshmallows Did you ever go camping and have a marshmallow roast? What we used to do was get a long twig and put marshmallows on the end of it. We would hold it over the campfire to get it all smoked and roasted. It would turn a light brown. Then we would eat it. I heard that eating roasted marshmallows can cause cancer. Actually, I heard that eating any kind of smoked food can cause cancer. Smoked food contains carcinogens, cancer-causing agents. Cigarette smoke in the throat and lungs causes cancer. Did you ever see a marshmallow or turkey roasted over a fire turn brown and then black? Well, we can’t see our throat and lungs turning black. Learning that smoked food can cause cancer made me decide to not eat smoked food and to stop smoking. Choosing or Making a Wrong Decision. Are you sure you really want what you are asking for? At a vending machine, it costs a quarter for a bag of potato chips. They have a couple of different kinds. One kind is the pepper barbecue kind. They are really hot. Someone who does not know that and chooses the wrong button will be very disappointed because those hot potato chips will burn that person’s mouth. But it’s too late! They wasted their money on the wrong choice, and got their mouth burned and had to suffer for that wrong choice. The choice to smoke cigarettes is the same bad decision. It’s a big deceiving mistake! It’s the wrong choice. "Stop" ,"Change", "You Should!","Don’t!", "You Can’t." or "Better not! ". . If you say those words to someone, you will get retaliation, an argument or a fight. So don’t tell them like that! Say it in another way. Say, "I love you, I would like to see you have a happy, healthy life. Have a good day!". . . Don’t say, " Stop drinking alcohol, change your eating habits, stop eating too much, you can’t eat sweets and fat. You shouldn’t smoke." Big fights get started over that kind of talk. . . But did you ever ask yourself why someone might say those things to you? Is it just to pick a fight or to tell you off? Someone might say, "Stop! Don’t go in the street without looking first to see if it is safe to go." They say it out of concern, in the same way that someone might say, "Stop! Don’t smoke without first looking at what it will cost you in your lifetime and at the end of your lifetime. There is usually no cost for the first cigarette to try to act sophisticated. But it progresses from there. It’s just like planting a rose bush. A little seed turns into a rose bush. A little seed turns out to be a bush with a whole lot of thorns on it; but the flower wilts quickly and then there’s nothing left but prickly thorns. But smoking never does smell like a rose. It just appears to look nice for a while, and then you will get pinched. Mad. . . Angry? . . I don’t know how someone else feels when they get mad. When I was giving birth to my child and I was having labor pains, I felt angry because I was not allowed to smoke at the hospital. I was going to leave the place at the cost of having my baby anywhere along the way just so I could smoke. Never mind about the baby or the pains! The doctor and nurses didn’t listen to me. I was too busy screaming in labor. Shortly after I recovered, I left. I was so angry at the hospital for not letting me be comfortable while I had to suffer to have my baby. Who knows if they would have said "ok." They might have said, "Get dressed. Go elsewhere"; and my baby and I might have been hurt somewhere along the way. See, when I was mad I could have hurt myself and maybe even the baby.
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About the Book
This book can help you to stop smoking. I point out incidents about my smoking escapades and the times I had to bear and take care of my father and brother who had caught cancer and emphysema from smoking and how they died from smoking. I tell how I came up with a way to stop smoking and how I quit. The book is full of illustrations concerning cigarette smoking, some are very comical and some of the illustrations will cause some serious thought. This book comes with directions on how to stop smoking and in your own time. I did it, I was successful and I smoked all the way to quitting. I ask you to perform little tests to help you give some thought about how dangerous smoking is, to help you want to really quit. I point out smoking as part of a spiritual warfare. Finally, the book is to be used with a fake cigarette called a cigarette pacifier. You can order it or you can use a straw cut in half, and also use mint sugarless candy, gum, or cough drops. Also in the making, the book will be available on cassette tape with music in the background, the kind of music that pertains to smoking.
About the Author
Born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio, from Mayfield on Murray Hill Road, called Little Italy. She was later in life to be the mother of five children, now grown, and the grandmother of six. The author was a smoker of cigarettes for 36 years, now free of the vice or chain of the will to breathe smoke for 11 years. She enrolled in a correspondence course and took psychology. It was only an introductory course. She is now enrolled in Writers school. The author currently lives in Mantua, Ohio, studying how to become a professional writer. I was a caretaker for my father that smoked and caught cancer, and had to have his trachea removed in his neck. He had lung cancer also from smoking. I also took care of my brother in his time of illness and death from smoking cigarettes. He had emphysema. The American Society says people that smoke are dying daily from cancer, and from smoking related illnesses. Maryann had two people in her family that died because of smoking related illnesses, Mr. Joseph and Frank Rizzo, who she dearly loved, was her father and brother.