2 Years Later...

From Kevin:"Recently, while in China, I walked up some steep temple steps, about four hundred of them without breathing too hard. As incense smoke wafted above the Buddhist altar to pings of symbols and the beats of Mu Yu drums, I thought of my childhood and of all the ensuing years of dreaming that I’d one day quit."None of the temple visitors and none of the monks knew I’d quit smoking nearly two years before,stop smoking now, nor would they have cared too, too much had I told them. I turned around and looked down on the stairs I’d just climbed, and I felt not only the wheels of victory turning inside me, but I also felt great sadness for the “smoking part” of my life. Quitting smoking is such a personal act whose joyous and sad music always come violining back. Whatever emotional ups and downs I experienced that day, I came back, like always, to my great personal victory."Long Term Smoking Cessation:Retraining the BrainQuitting Smoking Isn't Tough...If I Can Quit Smoking, So Can You