I'm taking a cue from VMADMAN and just continuing to tell you guys a little more about me and my quit. This is by no means important, but it helps me to remember the exact moment I decided to quit...and it just might help you. The key is that I found my motivation.
I dipped for 20 years, since high school baseball. I had "tried" to quit, "took a break" or "gave it up for Lent" many times before. But I always returned...until now. Never again.
I have a wonderful wife, 3 month old little girl, and a 2.5 year old little boy. I love them more than I can describe.
I had just finished mowing the lawn on Saturday, September 11. I came inside dripping with sweat, and flicked on the TV. Some news special about the Trade Center was on. They interviewed a woman who lost her husband. I HATE seeing those stories...they really get to me. But nothing got to me like the moment they showed her little boy...he was now about 12/13 yrs old.
In a split-second, I thought of all the things that little boy has missed, and will miss, growing up without a father. I tried to imagine how that family must have hurt night after night, the unrelentling pain of their loss and the fact that he could not do one damn thing to prevent or change what had occurred. No more tucking in at night, no more little league games/dance recitals, no more family holidays...nothing.
And that's it...just like that, I quit.
I can't change the fact I've dipped for 20 years. But I can sure as shit commit to minimizing the chance my family will lose me to fucking Copenhagen!!! Who would be there for my boy when he has problems? Who would show him how to mix gas for a two-cylce engine, how to tie a tie, shoot gun a gun or throw a baseball? Who will teach him to sit up straight at the table or use manners and silverware properly? Who would explain to him that I'm not around...and why? How would they explain it..."You see son, your father made a bad decision when he was in high school, and he was simply too weak to quit. That's why he is gone...good luck in life."
"Ooh the cravings." "Oh, I want a dip so bad"...BULLSHIT...FUCK THAT!!!
I plan on being around for my family as long as I possibly can. I want to be the one who raises my children, gives them advice, and checks the room for monsters one more time before night-night. And I will be, dammit. I will be.
That's my motivation. Thanks for reading if you got this far. Like I said...this helps me to remember why I WILL STAY QUIT. And I hope it helps you.
- Bean