Where to start? At the beginning, I suppose.
My KTC intro was nothing more than a complaint that the fog was so thick that I couldn’t even understand how to post roll.
Wait a minute, that’s not the beginning. Go back, before most of my quit brothers and sisters were born.
I remember being at the basketball court. One of the kids had some chewing tobacco. That’s how it started for me.
In the years that followed, there were plenty of good opportunities for me to quit; graduation, basic training, marriage.
As I look back now, I had never really considered it. I once tried a half-assed quit with a friend, based on a bet. That was destined to fail from the start. I lasted a week.
So after all these years, why quit now? I finally made up my mind that I’ve had enough, that’s why!
I’ve had enough of always wondering where I put my can or if I had enough to last the night.
I’ve had enough of having a sore mouth and snuff grains between my teeth.
I’ve had enough of that look of disappointment in my wife’s eyes.
I’ve had enough of wasting money.
Most importantly, I’ve had enough of not being in control.
Once I make up my mind to do something, it’s all but over. I could’ve done this on my own. I’m certain of that.
But I discovered KTC, so why would I even try to go it alone? Why make it harder to quit than it was already going to be?
I was given the opportunity to share the experience with people who are going through the exact same thing.
These same people would support me every day. They would happily share in my victories and listen patiently when I went off the deep end.
Unknowingly, they would teach me to do the same. I thank each and every one of them for that.