1900 days ago, I began this journey to the land on no sickorettes.
It began on a surgical table with a triple-bypass. I'm not even sure that the doctors were sure I would come off of that table alive.
They kept me in a chemical coma in ICU for the next three days. I was moved to a room then and was still out of it for another day.
I spent the next week recovering enough to go back home.
I was home all of one day and had to return to the hospital. I had Pneumonia.
A week later I returned home again.
A day and a half later I returned to the hospital. They thought I was having another coronary infarction.
I was there about four days and returned home again.
I was in and out of the hospital for a year of and on for problems.
Through all of this, I was smoke free.
One month after my last smoke I found this site. With the help I received here, I remained smoke free. It wasn't easy, but my quit stayed going strong.
I found my journey through NML was best identified in my mind as traveling across a desert. The Caravan was born then.
I decided that the Caravan would continue after I made it across after I was told by so many that my trip was helping them make their journey. The Caravan has continued to this day so that others might find their way across that desert.
I have to thank so many that helped me along the way. They helped me stay on the right trail and make it through the pitfalls along the trail.
Some are still here, others have moved on in their journeys.
That being said, mount your camel and we will begin the journey once more.
Stay strong and keep your eyes poen for the traps set by Nic and his crew.
Stay on the trail that has been marked out and traveled by so many before you.
One step, and then another, will get you to where you want to be.
Larry the Caravan Master