I started smoking when I was 14 years old. My sister died of leukemia and my father drove 3 months later in front of a train and broke his neck. He stayed 1 year in the spinal department of the hospital and never fully recovered. He could never again worked and had limited use of his body. My mother, which was a heavy smoker her whole life, had to carry on with the business and look after us. While my father was in the operating theatre on the day of his accident I asked my mother a cigarette and began smoking. Right from the start I started smoking heavily. I never smoked less than 30 cigarettes a day. I smoked for 35 years and like I said never less than 30 a day but frequently about 60 a day. Five years back I had a lung x-ray and the dr called me in and asked me if I smoked. I had a dirtly lung condition and he told me that if I keep on smoking and return for a x-ray after 5 years he can promise me that I will have emphyzema. I tried to quit but could not. About a year and a half ago I did quit and did not smoke for seven months. After seven months my sister visisted me and told me that I was a different person now that I did not smoke and that she do not like me as much. I thought I could only have a few cigarettes with her, but that few cigarettes meant that I was back on 40 a day within no time at all. I quit 28 October 2013 cold turkey after getting up every morning with a bloody nose and a noise in my right ear for the last 6 months, as well as running out of breath for nothing. I will not smoke again. I will no longer pay to get killed. I can not believe that I did this to myself. It is horrible! Never again will I take 1 puff of a cigarette. After 35 years of heavy smoking I am done, I just hope and pray that it is not 2 late.