Picture this: Three lovely ladies around a table, having some refreshing wine coolers outside in the shade and breeze of a summer day. It's been awhile, so there's a lot of lively talk and laughter. One of them is a smoker, but it's never been a big deal.
A couple of cocktails and stories later, I look longingly at that cigarette in her hand. Very longingly.
I came *this close* to asking for a drag, and I've been quit for 2 1/2 years. Didn't matter. The temptation was there in full force and my resistance was way down.
It can happen any time, any place, with anyone. I can easily imagine imagining this same scenario when I'm 5 years quit.
But fortunately, temptation does not equal relapse if we stay vigilant. Whew! Sure does keep one humble.