So at what age did I start smoking? Around 7 and a half. And what did I smoke? Only cigarettes. I remember the feeling. It was really beautiful. Really relaxing. But the effects on my body were negative. I started noticing a drop in my athletic performance after the first few cigarettes. Kids that I use to outrun in the playground were now running side by side with me. I feared the cigarette would make things worse; but I was hooked.
I would sneak up easily and pick up the small bits of cigarettes my dad threw away and run upstairs to smoke them. At first, I sat on the floor, with the door closed, listening for the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. But after the first ten cigarettes or so, I became much bolder, and sat on the window ledge like an expert and puffed away.
It was a divine sensation; but beware, the effects on my body were not so divine. And if I had continued in this way, I had a good feeling it would not have turned out very nice for me, in terms of my health.
I guess God had a plan of cleansing me of this habit before it got worse, and I’m eternally thankful for His divine intervention.
I would look carefully at smokers to see if I was smoking as good as they were. I noticed one of my neighbors one night as he blew smoke through his nostrils and I wondered how he did it. I kept pondering upon it, trying to figure out the art of blowing smoke through the nostrils. I would inhale the cigarette, and exhale but no smoke exited. I kept looking to try to figure out how they got they smoke to come through the nostrils.
Then one night I observed as one of my neighbors swallowed a bit and then the smoke exited through his nose, and I thought “ah, so that’s the trick: you have to swallow the smoke”.
I had gotten in the habit of procuring whole cigarettes by this time, and I wanted to amaze myself.So I stood in front of the mirror, in the closed room and took a good pull. I swallowed. What happened was nothing that I expected. I started to choke. I fell on the bed, and started to roll. A really unpleasant sensation gripped me. I prayed to God to save my life, with the vow that if He saved my life I would never smoke again. Some minutes later, I started to recover slowly.
It was officially over. I could no longer smoke again. I could never forget the vow I made to God that day. I remember the words of the bible “it is better not to vow than to vow and not keep it, for God has no pleasure in fools”.
Many times throughout my life I was pressured by peers to “take a pull”, but of course, I never did, and I never would.
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