I smoked for twenty years. I never thought I'd quit.

But last summer my son was sent to the state reform school for smoking marijuana. He kicked his habit, and got his life straightened out. He asked me, a few weeks before he came home, if I would quit smoking. He said basically, I did it and so can you.

So I did. I smoked my last cigarette the night before at went to pick him up, at midnight, and threw the rest of the pack away. I've never touched a cigarette since, nor will I ever again.

Did I really want to quit at the time? No. But what could I say? He was right. My fifteen year old kid was telling me he stopped a dangerous, unhealthy habit, and I could, too.

Just my story, for what it's worth. Sometimes the love and respect for a child go a long way.