We were both smokers when we met and continued to smoke together throughout the years. We huddled up in front of a heater or a grill in the wintertime and sweat together in the summer time. For richer and poorer, through cold and heat-we were were a smoking team…and then I quit.
I was aware of the problem, I did see them too. I didn’t like it, but I never thought about it too much, after all I was a smoker myself. I wasn’t that bad, but I have to admit I flicked them now and then as well. I was careful in my own yard, kept an ashtray in the car and never left one behind when I was walking or hiking. But…I too flicked them now and then.
I never understood the fuzz about Halloween, it just wasn’t for me and then things changed…
…I got married. The big kid I am married to since over 30 years is a Halloween fanatic and that’s an understatement. He loves it so much, it’s his all time favorite Holiday.
The most smokers want to quit smoking, but they are scared and fall for false advertisement and the lies of the tobacco industry. Yes, the tobacco industry, even when we want to quit, they are still there and we behave like puppets on a string and let them guide us in the right direction; of course only right for them…not for us.
…never have and never will! Some days I am in talking mood and I walk back on memory lane and my posts might be longer than planned; on other…
When I Think of a Cigarette
When I think of a cigarette,
I think of the four thousand chemicals
that would rush into my mouth and
burn their way into my once healthy lungs.
I think about that nasty taste, that nasty
ring of polluted air I would create in the
space around my body. I think of the
looks of disgust given by those close by.
I think of those who politely stepped
away from me, and those who not so
politely stepped away.
Some gave a lot Others gave it ALL In honor of the victims and in honor of a friend!
An older friend of mine is a very talented painter, we know each other since years and I admire his work -and his wisdom.
The Old Mule in the Well
This parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer’s well. The farmer heard the mule ‘praying’ …or whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving.
