This image shows my last cigarette, ever! However, this isn’t my first time at the rodeo. I first quit in 2000. I was chugging along, quite nicely, with the help of nicorette. But, my life became very stressful in late 2001 (when it became my turn to take care of my father, who had Alzheimer’s). All of my other siblings had tried to help him, and it was now time for me to man up. My dad was a chain smoker. And trying to get someone with dementia to not smoke in my house was like trying to get a child to despise candy. Surprisingly, I handled it very well. I didn’t give in to my cravings. But, that all changed on the day that my pop caught my house on fire. Man! I drove to 7-Eleven 9 times on the day of that fire. And, each time, I would only get as far as the parking lot, and wouldn’t go into the store to buy cigarettes. Unfortunately though, on the 10th time, I got out of my car and purchased a pack. And that was all she wrote (until now). I know it isn’t going to be easy. But, I’m determined. And for all of my friends who are the praying kind, please keep me in your thoughts. I’m doing the whole nicorette thing, again. But the hardest part is that I truly enjoy smoking. I really do! At any rate, I chose this time of year because we’re going into a new season (Winter). I like that! Because in the Spring I can say to myself, “I’ve gone 3 months;” and in the Fall, “9 months.” I’m just one of those guys who likes to measure accomplishments by way of seasons/time. Wish me luck!