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This letter was a little different than most of them. I didn't have any one specifically in my mind when I wrote this piece, it was just my
impressions of a number of lonely older people I knew at the time. Some of them were actually non-smokers and ex-smokers. I just saw how much these people
had looked so forward to family and friend visits and then it just struck me how a smoker in the same situation is likely to have altered priorities.
As opposed to this letter, most of my articles were inspired by a specific smoker or group of smokers. "My Cigarette, My Friend " for example was inspired by a specific clinic graduate who had relapsed and who I was visiting in the
hospital right after she thought that she just experienced her fourth heart attack. She was afraid she was dying, and was wanting a cigarette. She had been
out to a play the night before that she had to leave during some key scenes so she could go out and smoke. She was bitter about that and also about the fact
that she believed that her cigarettes were killing her at this particularly moment in time, yet she was saying how much she wanted a cigarette and could not
have one because she was hospitalized. I went home that evening and just wrote what I thought as I reflected about her conflicting comments and sentiments.
Basically, that letter almost wrote itself.
I feel that the Isolation of the Widowed Smoker is really clear at showing how much valuable time and energy our members and readers once wasted on
cigarettes and on just fixating on smoking. More importantly now though, I hope this piece creates a sense of importance on how you never want to waste your
future valuable time and energy on maintaining an active nicotine addiction and to always serve to remind you that you never will have to waste such quality
time on smoking as long as you always remember to never take another puff!
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I thought I had a sort of "déjà vu" over the last couple of days: got a phone call from my daughter-in-law asking me if it would be okay if she
dropped her 4-year-old off yesterday. He was eager to do some (promised) baking with me ...
Happy to report that we spent nearly 6 hours yesterday on doing just that and the results were a lovely big and nicely decorated snowman as well as a (bit
small, but my first attempt) gingerbread house with all sorts of fancy stuff on it. Well, my grandson was pleased and he thought "it looked
fantastic" - here is me hoping now that it will also taste nice.
Anyway, the reason I am putting my comment into this string today is that I thoroughly enjoyed my day yesterday. Not once did I have to go out for my
nicotine fix, not once did I have to make sure that Elliot didn't find any lighters or other smoking paraphernalia, I didn't have to think about how
I smelled or wanting him to go home so that I can smoke in peace again.
Last night, I was trying to remember what this reminded me of ... and here it is.
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