WHY I QUIT SMOKING
I am embarrassed to say that I was a smoker early in my life. I acquired the habit when I was studying to become a mechanical engineer. The curricular pressure coupled with some family drama pushed me to the hilt, and I started relying on cigarettes to relieve my nerves. I would quietly sneak away whenever my family members were busy, and smoke unnoticed. One day, an uncle of mine fell sick. I was quite close to him. He was rushed to the hospital, complaining of chest pains and breathlessness along the way. After the physicians were done running tests, the outcome came as a rude shock to us all – cancer.
He happened to be a smoker as well, and years of puffing smoke had finally caught up with him. As the days went by, his condition deteriorated. He was taking his medication as usual but that did not prevent the development of the disease. The pallor of his skin, the constant coughing and rasping noises he made, the dread atmosphere that hung around him as he lay in bed – all of it was too much for me to bear. I promised myself I would never touch another cigarette again. I valued my life too much.