“You will either quit smoking or you will never see me grow older.”
These were my words to my father when I was around four years old. He did quit and lived to see me become an adult, but it wasn’t easy for him. He had been smoking since age twelve, and not even professional soccer interfered with this habit. When he played in the 1960s and 1970s, he would ask the referees how long until halftime so that he could go to the locker room and light up to relax his nerves. His water-drinking teammates looked on with disapproval….READ MORE