But it'll probably take me more than this one thing, one time able to say of exactly what happened and one of the most traumatic things and heart wrenching things that I've ever gone through. And it was also a very, I'll say, a special time between me and my precious mama. So if you want to hear about what happened with her or you're a cigarette smoker and don't want to hear about it, whatever you want to do, I'll be here. Bye
It as I would go on about my dealing with the death of my mother through something that I was used to. I mean, all my life I saw her smoke. My daddy did, for up and on. But when he got off cigarettes, he would chew tobacco. So he had an outlet. It had a hold of him really good. It nicotine did. And I remember being around the house when I was a kid
I went down and got something to eat down at the cafeteria. And as I looked over to the left in the smoking section there said the young man smoking a cigarette and talking with his friends. And I thought to myself, how can you go around all day sucking phlegm from people's lungs, listening to it rattle and come up and filling it and carrying it around in your container afterwards? How can you do that and then sit there and smoke, knowing what it does to a person?