Thanks to a no-nonsense older sister, this is how I feel when I see someone smoking. It’s Great American Smokeout Day and I’m not talking about dinner. In 1977, the American Cancer Society introduced today’s holiday in an effort to urge smokers to quit smoking. I’m not a smoker, so I can only imagine how hard quitting can be. I realize it’s more than a habit. Anything that makes you stand in the blazing heat sucking fire, must be. An urge that makes it seem cool to stand, shaking, in weather below zero degrees, is more than a notion. The desire to huddle in a pack trying to avoid precipitation and hail force winds, for a drag, is a bully that is dictating your life and jeopardizing your health.
Three smoking habits I hate, from a non-smoker’s perspective.
- When I’m sitting in my car on a nice summer day with the windows down, jamming to my favorite song on the radio and a cool breeze lunges at me carrying the smoke of the person, two cars ahead, who is smoking with the windows down. Roll your windows up and keep your smoke to yourself.
- When I’m trying to zig-zag and hold my breath in order to ditch the polluted air from the smokers who insist on ignoring establishment rules and lights up near an entrance, exit or the front of the parking lot.
- When I have to watch my loved ones suffer, battling cancer, dialysis, tumors, and various surgeries because they chose not to quit smoking.
If you’re a smoker, today’s the perfect day to try quitting or to try quitting again.
HOLIDAY ON MY FRIENDS!!!