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  I found this online today.  It spoke to me. I can't give credit to the author because no source was given.  When you get to the end about how much each amount of time is worth, think about how it feels to YOU in relation to smoking... 
   
  Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $84,600, which is the exact number of seconds in one 24-hour day.
   
  It carries over to a zero balance from day to day. Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. So, what would you do?
   
  Draw out every cent before each day was done?  Of course, you would!!
   
  However, each of us has such a bank. The name of the bank is TIME.
   
  Every morning, TIME credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose. It carries over no balance for the next day  . It allows no overdraft. 
   
  Each day, TIME opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the days deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against "tomorrow". 
   
   
  You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success. 
   
   
  The clock is running.
   
  To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.
   
  To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a pre-mature baby.
   
  To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
   
  To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
   
  To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.
   
  To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.
   
  To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.
   
   
   
  TIME is everthing, dear EXers.  
   
  And every second we spend/spent smoking robs us of these moments that we could have been living and making real memories.  
   
  (I don't usually get so emotional!) 
  xxxooo,  Sky
   
   
   
   
   
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  I wasn't going to blog today because I really had nothing to say other than I'm not smoking and I'm handling the craves.  
  But I was reading a blog that Thomas posted today about loving yourself.  In that blog, he described cigarettes as "dried leaves wrapped in paper and dipped in 4000+ chemicals".  
  And I got to thinking...  What if you didn't KNOW what a cigarette was and someone showed one to you and gave you that description of it?  Would it even occur to you to stick it in your mouth, light it on fire and then breathe in the fumes?  So...I have to wonder about the first person who ever DID that?  Why would they think that sounds like an enjoyable thing to do?
  Which got me thinking about other things that people did for the first time.  For instance, what do you suppose motivated the first person who ever pried open an oyster shell, looked at the grey slimy thing inside and said, "Mmmm.  That looks delicious!  I'll just slurp that thing down.  What a delicacy!"  ???  
  What about the first person who looked at a beef liver, and said "This is the organ that filters out all the toxins in the cow's body.  Let's eat THAT!"  ???
  Well, for some folks (not me!), the oyster and liver thing works out fine.  Bon Appetit!  But the cigarette thing NEVER works out fine for anyone, EVER.   I am SO glad that I will never smoke another cigarette ever again in  my entire lifetime.   
  P.S.  And WHO pulled up an ugly, snapping, bottom-feeding grabbing red crab out of the water and said, "Oh, yummy!" ???  Although, in that particular case, I'm glad they did.  I love crab.  Dungeness crab that we catch off our own pier on the Oregon Coast in Garibaldi.  That's where I live when I'm not flying like a bird without a compass.