Monday, November 12, 2012
I'm just play-acting in this pic with a rolled-up aluminum tube, but, yeah, I did use to smoke - like a chimney in fact, up to pack-and-a-half a day. Then one day in 1981, I noticed that no smoke had been emitted from the mouth of my dad, who used to smoke more than even me, for quite some time. It eluded me for easily a month.
"Hey, dad, did you quit smoking?" I asked.
"Yes, I did," replied my dad in his usual quiet, stoic way.
"Oh, about a couple of months ago."
"Cold turkey (Chinese equivalent thereof)."
"Did you slip?"
"Just once, on the second day."
Since I've always wanted to do things better than my dad, I saw my opportunity. At about the same time, I moved to a new place. I'd read about moving being a good opportunity to quit, since there is no association between the new place and smoking. So I went for it.
And I did beat my dad to the goal. No slippage for even one day. Day before moving, 1.5 packs; day after, zero. Not easy, but proven possible.
Anthony Marr, Founder and President
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