Even though I was a heavy smoker starting at age 12, I kicked it at 25. My lips are wrinkled, but my lungs are strong and healthy. Occasionally I fantasize about that comfort cigarettes gave me, but I’m no fool. I want the 80’s and maybe even the 90’s. We are talking good numbers there. Sometimes the odds are in our favor and sometimes they are not. My dad’s lungs are screaming at him now, but he barks back with a shrug and still lights up. For him, he no longer thinks life is short because I remind him all the time that he has surpassed the average lifespan. So he thinks this is all grace. I guess it is. Since I’m speaking latin: Carpe Diem.
