I knew I was quit. Look at me, i got two hundred something days. 100 percent poster. Promises everywhere. Obviously, somewhere there was a life raft left on the beach and I didn't even know about it. In a dark hour, she led me right to it. I despise tobacco and what it did to me, so how did this happen? How did I let down myself and a whole group of people and how can I make sure it doesn't happen again? It happened because I knew I was cured. I knew I was quit so I was in the clear. I stopped quitting for the day, the moment...I was quit for life!
Sorry is kinda weak when you give someone your word and you break it. The morning after I broke my promise I felt ant sized....I logged on to KTC and saw my name in green, what a douche. Here were all of these good people available to help me and I used none. There was only one option and that was to do something I didn't really do before, get involved. I didn't need help before, remember. Here we are only two weeks after complete failure and I feel different. I feel energized with a passion for helping others. Today I've already reached out to more people than I did in my entire failed stint with the Titans. Shame on me for taking my old group for granted and not getting involved. I can't tell you what tomorrow will bring, but I can say that on this sunny day, I am quit and will do everything I can to make sure you are too.
