Facts on Smoking – Humorous, and not-so

First of all, let me state that I am “a recovering smoker” (I quit 35 years ago). So, I am not one of those who would criticize without having knowledge or experience.

All my life I detested smoking. My parents smoked before that “warning label” was placed on tobacco products. When I got to high school, some of my friends smoked. But, still I refrained from the peer pressure.

I would not date girls who smoked. I had a favorite girl with whom I was real serious. Of course, she didn’t smoke. After high school she went to college (yes, they were named “college” back then – not every school of higher learning was a university). She came home for Christmas break and we went on a date. After getting in the car, she “flamed up” – and the flame of that romance died!

I went through three years in the Army and couldn’t even take advantage of the regular “smoke breaks” they gave to those who needed that. I didn’t even eat much candy or sweets in lieu of smoking – well, except for Pepsi’s.

After my service in the Army I went home and met my future wife. She was a brunette and a non-smoker, some of my prerequisites for a wife. We dated for a year. Two years after our marriage, she enrolled in cosmetology school. One day she came home a blond and was smoking Salems! (You can see the before/after hair treatment at “My Teresa“). Well, I was “locked in” (by marriage) so I couldn’t run off. So, to be spiteful I started smoking, a bad retaliatory move.

We both smoked incessantly for 13 years. She was more in control of the beast, smoking around a pack a week. I became hooked on those cancer sticks. At the end I was consuming 2 1/2 packs of King Size menthol Pall Malls per DAY.

I was hacking and coughing, spitting up blood, yet lighting up at every opportunity. I was in a stressful (engineering /troubleshooting) job and it was easy to light up while pondering solutions to the problem at hand. But, even though I knew that my health was deteriorating, still I kept on.

After the 12th-year of smoking, I (along with my wife) had an “enhanced” Spiritual experience where we decided to commit the balance of our lives in service to the Lord. We still smoked but over the next year we gradually knew that was not a good habit if trying to ‘represent’ Him. Teresa prayed one day to be delivered from smoking and the next day she woke up and the desire had been completely removed from her!

I tried the same but it didn’t happen. I read somewhere that it takes three days for your brain to realize that there is no more nicotine entering your body, at which time it “triggers” certain sensory receptors to stop producing the “anti-bodies” that were used to counteract the effect of nicotine. Sounds complicated to me but, anyway, I locked myself in my bedroom for three days during which time I ran the gamut of symptoms; nervousness, fever, shakes, clawing the walls, vomiting, etc.

After the Third Day I was “resurrected”; I came out of that room and, to this day 35 years later I have never had the urge to smoke again! In fact, once again, just the smell of it turns me off.

As confirmation that I have been delivered from that addiction, two years ago my doctor sent me for an electrocardiograph. The technician said that I must have never smoked in my life, for she could see my heart through the lungs.  And she stated that once a person smokes even one pack of cigarettes, it puts a grey film on the lungs that remains for life. She couldn’t believe it when I had told her I had smoked excessively for 13 years!


I am sharing this to be an encouragement, not a condemnation, to you who smoke. True, it is NOT good for you and statistics prove the dangers. I have lost a lot of close friends due to lung cancer. If you have “seen the light” and tried to quit but have been unable, don’t turn to Nicorette – turn to God. He can do the job. It works, and there’s no charge.

But, to be fair, I have known some old mountain folks in their 90’s and 100’s who sit on rockers on their front porch and smoke their pipes. And, my grandfather would walk a mile to town every day and buy a “twist” of licorice-flavored chewing tobacco, take it home, chop it up with his pocket knife and smoke that stuff in his pipe! He died at 93 of a broken heart (loneliness).

So “you takes yer chances” – you MAY live to be 100 or you may drop dead in a few years.


Heed the warning on the front of this pack (of Dutch cigs):

“Smoking is Lethal !”



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