Choice is our freedom.
We choose everyday for so many things,
How do you want your coffee,
what are you going to wear, what's to eat ?
Little did I realize that for 40 some odd smoking years, I choose slavery.
You couldn't have told me...it was my choice and I didn't even consider slavery or addiction.
Smoking was just who I was.
I didn't care what y'all said or thought about me.
Looking back now, I was a perfect Slave. An excellent addict.
You could show me all the scary movies...tell me all the truth about Big Tobacco,
I didn't give a hoot.
I had enough money to buy another pack of smokes at the corner store
and I made sure I was Never without. Ever.
I probably still have a carton up in my attic with a fire ax, in case of another Katrina.
No, that's not true.
I was just up in my attic today, checking on things.
There are medical emergency supplies and a fire ax.
There are NO cigarettes.
You know why ?
I threw them out when I had no further use for them,
when I stopped being a Slave.
Choice... choose well.
You have a beautiful Life to consider.