IF you love life, your wife, your relatives, friends and children DO NOT SMOKE.
My aunt worked from home on a sewing machine, she chain-smoked. My uncle smoked. Their daughter had her leg removed due to cancer at 14 years old. She died agonisingly at age 17. She was a year older than me.
We were at school together. My uncle, her father, my father’s brother, died a year later from heart problems which were smoking related.
His son, my other cousin, died of cancer shortly after starting a new life in Canada with his wife and young family. My father stopped smoking immediately. He was not a heavy smoker, one cigarette at lunchtime, one in the evening. Both my brother and I are asthmatics.
My next door neighbour’s husband was a heavy smoker. He died horribly of emphysema caused by smoking, a dreadful death, slow, agonisingly difficult culminating in the total disintegration of the lungs, which broke up, choking him. The worst details I will spare you.
His wife has had lung cancer for the last six years. Why would I regurgitate these awful memories if I was not serious. Your house stinks as do you, your clothes and car.
Years later, sit with your head in your hands mourning loved ones who died because you smoked, or bemoaning your fate because you have been diagnosed with cancer. There are enough health hazards, risks to life, etc., to survive daily without self-inflicted injuries, and cruelty to those you love. Better things can be done with the money.
It is not macho or smart or cool. It is plain weak, stupid and dirty.
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