Day 632
My dad was a great man. A quiet leader, and a math genius. He was a high school math teacher in a small town and was admired by everyone. An all american guy that seemed to have his act together in every way. Except for his nicotine addiction. That addiction was a big part of his life. I remember the ceiling over his chair being stained yellow until mom made him smoke only in the garage. He exercised less as the years stacked up. Eating habits faded. But mosty the nicotine wore on him. Blood pressure went up. Cholesterol up. He looked perfectly fine. 25 years ago today, at the age of 52, nicotine claimed him as a victim. And my addiction, at age 17, was just beginning to blossom at that point.
Thank you ktc for making it possible for me to not follow in his footsteps. We all have a lot to be thankful for today.