So my addiction started way before I was every introduced to Nicotine. My hero and role-model always chewed and was a strong man who was always loving to his family and I was the first newborn he every held in his huge hands because he was worried how fragile babies were( I was 11pounds and 24 inches so I wasn't to new bornish when my dad handed me off to my grandpa.) Skip forward few years and he dies from cancer of the throat and my sadness can never be explained in words, following year is my first experience with tobacco going to a karate tournament in Seattle was giving some. From that point on I was suckered in and being able pass as my brother was able buy nicotine all the time. Years flew by quit couple times here and there even managed to stop for three years, but welcomed the addiction back with open arms one faithful day when stress of 4 kids and wife and bills and temtaption from co-workers grew to much that thought it would help. It didn't all it did was make me now stress about how I was going get my next fix what a mistake that was. So more years fly by and now after watching both parents fall to cancer; and realizing my idol wasn't the chew my hero did it was how he made people feel when they were around him that I must stop this rollercoaster of life I have had with chew and move on to better rides that are out there. So with this being said I vow to beat this addiction that has claimed so much of my time and money and beat it like a red headed step child which is odd since I'm a red head
