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Sharon Benson Smith shares some funny anecdotes about a substance that many of us have experimented with — tobacco. But the substance also brought loss and grief to her family. Shared Stories is a weekly column featuring articles by participants in a writing class at the Norwalk Senior Center.
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From time to time, I would take a half-hearted drag to not be felt left behind. I want to be here for her like my father was there for me. The smell of carcinogenic embalming fluid became to me, the exotic aroma of love.
Soon after we met, she would skip school, and I would ride the bus an hour and a half each way to meet her behind the football field. She smoked a cigarette that, when a little pod of menthol is crushed into its filter, changes its flavor to a more minty flavor of chemical death.
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It was the most dangerous thing I had ever done. I have been the sure I will take one-smoker, and the I only smoke when I drink-smoker.
I was a smoker for years and there was only one force that could get me to quit: love! I have now been smoke free for three weeks, the longest I have gone without nicotine in a long time.
Unlike the first kind of love, the second is resolved and thoughtful. When we kissed, her mouth tasted like one of those heart-shaped ashtrays couples paint on a second date, and maybe keep displayed on a mantel in their cozy starter home if all goes well.
Now, I have a young daughter. The buzz of self-flagellation made me feel like butter melting on a slice of warm toast.
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With each cigarette, I could count on a brief moment of nihilistic satisfaction to wash over me. As our relationship progressed, so did my relationship with the nicotine.
The first kind is impulsive, tumultuous, and since it makes you do irrational things, is best experienced young when your concept of love is still squishy and new. The second kind of love is the patience of a loving parent in the midst of temper tantrum thrown by a sleepy, tempestuous .
Smoking once made me feel rebellious and reckless, but that time has long passed. I was aiding and abetting someone playing hooky in broad daylight. My father and I were very close, but when he passed away last year, we both knew smoking was a major hurdle in my life.
Love got me to start smoking and love will keep me from smoking again
They are both meant to burn bright, burn fast, and blow away. Cut to ten years later and the young love had long faded.
As this writer thinks of a long future with his daughter, the love he feels for her and family is the power that will keep him away from cigarettes. All Rights Reserved. There are two different kinds of love.
I have tried to quit many times over the past 13 years or so, but it never stuck. Editor's Note: As this writer thinks of a long future with his daughter, the love he feels for her and family is the power that will keep him away from cigarettes. The disregard for rules excited me. Still flexible enough to withstand lasting damage.
Written by Donny Lumpkins, Richmond Pulse. It was her perfume, her shampoo and her bubble gum. The smoking was just there, a part of her overall attractiveness, like the noxious grey smoke rumbling out of the chrome exhaust of a shiny sports car. She was the edgy girl that went to my church. A pair of juvenile delinquents between the hours of 8 a. Love is what got me to start smoking and love is what will keep me from going back.
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It was a terribly difficult feeling to compete with. So, I promised him I would quit.
Smoking only ensures my time with my daughter could be avoidably cut short. Leaving the lingering taste of synthetic peppermint and regret. She had a girlfriend but still had more than a passing interest in my personal brand of affable, yet sweaty, teenage charisma.
But just like young love, smoking is not sustainable or healthy in the long run. At first, my infatuation with her was separate from her smoking. In the middle of an abandoned playground, I experienced secondhand, the soothing body tingle only attained by puppy love and smoke inhalation.