If You Are Counting, It's 3!

There was a time when I often looked like that picture above. It was three years ago today that I decided to finally quit smoking once and for all. And I have been smoke free ever since.
There was a time when I often looked like that picture above. It was three years ago today that I decided to finally quit smoking once and for all. And I have been smoke free ever since.
Last night as I was out at the movies I asked my kids to record a video about Brother and Sister day.
Here's the thing. I try my best to post daily not counting weekends. Most weeks I do pretty well but not only is it tough to find the time but I also find myself writing and deleting posts figuring no one will want to read them or that they are dumb.
I have had relationships on my mind a lot lately. Maybe because my wife and daughter have been gone up north all week visiting my in laws. Maybe because I spent all of last week lying on the couch and my bed thinking about stuff. I am not sure what it is. But the Type 3’s in my life, some of who are type 1’s and 2’s too, help more than they know. And some don’t even know they are type 3’s.
Recently I tweeted that I have the most awesome friends in the world and I meant it. My friends are not only the people that come over to watch funny You Tube Video’s with me on Apple TV, or past X-Files episodes. They are not just friends that I play Bocce Ball with or people I chat with on Skype. Not just folks I rap against, are in musicals with, or who share my love for all things bacon. They are not only the people I go on vacation with, who share the same blood as I, or the person I have chosen to share my life with.
No, all of these people are people that come into my head when I am feeling down. They are the people who remind me that I am worth fighting against this disease for. They are the people in my life that make me laugh, cry, and want to be a better person.
My friends are like family. And all of my family are also my friends. Sometimes this disease makes me want to give up, lay down, and just end it all. Once, I took a large amount of regular insulin and decided to just give up the fight. A friend saw how I was feeling, recognized the low and almost killed me by shoving candy down my throat. That will never happen again.
I have so many reasons to live and to continue on. So many reasons to fight, to strive for better health, and to want more than anything to wake up tomorrow. So many reasons.
You are one of them.