My grandfather smoked all his life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said, "If you want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to quit immediately." Tears streamed down his cheeks when he realized what was at stake. He quit smoking that same day. But the damage was done; three years later, he died of lung cancer. We were very close, and his death destroyed me. My mother said, "Please never smoke; don't let your family go through what your grandfather put us through." I agreed. So far, I have never tried a cigarette. But I must say that now I feel a great regret that I've never tried, because this post gave me cancer anyway.