My Dad
My dad started smoking at the age of 6 years old (1942) by stealing cigarettes from a local gas station. He smoked for 53 years...the need for more nicotine just got more and more intense until he was up to 3+ packs of Pall Mall's no filters...He died at the age of 59...He left two children and four grandchildren behind and never got to see his great grandchildren...NO matter what anyone says -- smoking is an addiction and a selfish one at that...
My father was once a pillar of a man, the fire chief of our community, standing 6 foot tall and weighing in at over 200 lbs...When he died, he was 89 lbs. The last time I saw my dad alive, they were weighing him at the hospital. He was too weak to stand so they sat him in a weight chair, every bone sticking out... I was horrified left the room sobbing. The strong influence I once had was now a skelaton of a man...You don't think tobacco hurts you, but it not only hurts you but those around you that love you...
Think twice Don't start smoking.
My father was once a pillar of a man, the fire chief of our community, standing 6 foot tall and weighing in at over 200 lbs...When he died, he was 89 lbs. The last time I saw my dad alive, they were weighing him at the hospital. He was too weak to stand so they sat him in a weight chair, every bone sticking out... I was horrified left the room sobbing. The strong influence I once had was now a skelaton of a man...You don't think tobacco hurts you, but it not only hurts you but those around you that love you...
Think twice Don't start smoking.