It was two weeks ago today that I had "had enough". There was no event or circumstance leading up to it, no medical professional warning me of the hazards, and no family member urging me to stop. Although I've tried and failed many times in the past, there was something different about this particular day. Thanksgiving was over and the relatives had all departed. I was tinkering around in the garage about to light up another one, when I stopped myself. I said to myself that enough is enough! I'm fed up with smoking, and I'm not going to do it anymore. I hate everything about them.... The dirty ashtrays laying around, the stench, the costs, the embarrassment and all the other negatives that were going through my mind. Most importantly, something was telling me to quit, or else. I didn't prepare for it. It just happened - I was going cold turkey, which at that moment scared the daylights out of me because its something that I've never done before. How in the world was I going to stop something so powerful? I sat in my garage wondering why, and how this terrible thing happened to me 25 years ago. It all started when I was in the Army with field exercises, and passing of the time. My foxhole buddy passed one over to me and I guess that was the beginning. I had started an addiction that would eventually lead me to two packs a day. I was furious at that moment there in my garage because I had become a slave to such an awful addiction, but what was I going to do about it? The only thing that came to mind was go look on the Internet, and so I did. I began my search with "quit smoking", and found whyquit.com. I spent the next four and a half hours viewing the videos, and reading the articles. It all was hitting me with a very hard conviction that I was an addict and I wasn't even thinking about taking another puff. I finally went to bed that night with the thought of "it is finished" - I'm done with smoking. As I'm lying in bed I'm thinking "can it really be that simple?, is it really that easy?" The next day I got my answer. I woke the next day with my normal craving. To fight it, I went right back to watching the videos. I discovered that it wasn't a matter of being easy, or difficult. For me, it was a matter of being armed with the appropriate weapons - knowledge. I began to change tactics, and cold turkey was certainly a new tactic for me. Knowledge became power and it was my weapon, and I knew that I needed more and more of it. It's taken me two weeks to get to the other side of the whyquit website to "freedom". I'm glad I found it, and I'm glad I'm here. So far it's been far easier than any other method I've tried in the past however, it hasn't been without any frustrations or fears. I'd say that first week I've had to dress in full battle gear every day, and I do fear of those relapses that I keep reading about. But I know fully that I am determined and willing to do whatever it takes to never take another puff again!