I no longer preach the "stop smoking gospel". My sister-in-law repeatedly said "When the dr. tells me I have cancer, then I'll stop smoking". He did and she kept her word because she was dead 3 weeks later. It isn't the smoker that I'm concerned about any more; it's the people left behind, going on w/out their loved one because of the smoker's nonchalant attitude toward life, which can be taken from us in an instant like their beloved puff of smoke.