I was a 3 pack a day man, from college until my second child was born. My son had some mild asthma, and when my wife was pregnant with our daughter she was begging me to quit. I was to the point that if I walked quickly up a couple flights of stairs I was completely out of breath. I realized that here in our rural environment, if I had to pick up a child and run- from snakebite, from dogs, from fire, my child was going to die. I gave my friend my lighter and pack of Tareytons. That was 31 years ago this past new years. I still have to remind myself- not ONE, not now, not ever, not even a cigar for a wedding or a birth. The only way to quit is to WANT to not smoke, more than you want to smoke. Every day- for the rest of your life.