About Me

Hi!

My name is Lee.

I'm what's normally referred to as a "webmaster."

That's surely a strange title. It makes me feel like I'm a character in a fantasy novel.

All it means is I build webpages and use them to sell stuff.

I got into this a couple of years ago, and I am--if I may say so myself--quite good at it.

I started this site for two reasons.

1. To create a complete, unbiased resource about quitting smoking
2. To serve as a platform to sell my own ebook about quitting smoking

Let me tell you why I'm so passionately interested in quitting smoking...and, if you think it's because I once smoked and quit, I'm sorry to say, you would be wrong.

I never smoked.

Well, actually I lit up two cigarettes in my life and tried to smoke, but I couldn't do it--Thank God!

Maybe I couldn't go through with it, because at the time (high school) my mother had already had two bouts of cancer--cancer that very likely was triggered by years of smoking.

So to understand where I'm coming from, let me tell you a little story about my family. Read on, and I think you'll understand why I'm so passionate about this issue.

When I was a kid, both my parents smoked.

My dad owned a retail carpet business at the time. I distinctly remember walking into his office and it being so full of cigarette smoke you could hardly see from one end to the other.

He smoked two to three packs a day from the time he was in his teens to his early forties.

My dad tried to quit several times, all of which had been complete failures. We actually dreaded the times when dad tried to quit. He was an emotional man at the best of times, but when he was going through nicotine withdrawals...boy, watch out!

My dad and I were very close. We did everything together. I helped him with his business and went on sales calls with him. (That's where I learned to sell, by the way.)

Weekends you could find us either tromping around in the woods or fishing.

There was one fishing trip I remember distinctly. Dad had decided, yet again, to quit smoking the day before. Goodness, was he ever grumpy the next morning. By the time we got to the lake, I was about ready to cry. (I was only about eight or nine at the time.)

Well, just as we got out of the car and got our gear out, I did something stupid--you know the kind of thing nine year old boys do. Well, dad got really mad at me. I started crying. In general, the whole thing was a mess.

Then dad realized what was going on. He said it was the withdrawal symptoms, and that he was sorry.

We packed up our stuff and headed home. On the way back, we stopped at a little country store. I sat in the car while dad went in. You can imagine how disappointed I was when he came out with a cigarette hanging from his lips.

I won't bore you with all the details, but that incident motivated my father to find a way to quit smoking. He finally did with a remarkable method he invented. His method, so simple, yet so powerful, is the subject of a book I wrote a couple of years ago about how to quit smoking. His method let him quit without withdrawal symptoms--and he never even wanted another cigarette again!

Now, about my mother.

Like a lot of Americans born in the 20's, my mother started smoking when she was in her teens. It was the grown up, sophisticated thing to do.

Unlike my father, my mother was never able to quit.

The last six years of her life was basically a series of cancer operations and treatments. She finally died of liver cancer.

My mother's death nearly killed my dad. They had been so close! He actually had to quit work and travel for a year. That was good for him, but I was left alone to deal with my grief myself.

I was in my very early twenties, at the time.

Twenty-one sounds old, when you're twenty-one, but actually it's only the beginning of maturity.

My mother's death scarred me deeply and dramatically and negatively affected my relationship with my dad.

Had my mother quit years before as my dad did,...well, who knows? But it might be that she could have lived years longer.

She was fifty-six when she died.

My father lived to see me married. He lived to see his grandchildren.

My mother didn't.

I'm not trying to be over-emotional, here, but quite frankly I don't want anyone else to go through what my family went through.

That's why I made this site.

If you're a smoker, please, quit kidding yourself.

You need to quit! I believe you want to quit!

Maybe you feel powerless in the face of your addiction.

But, you're not powerless! Somewhere in these pages is the idea, the spark, the inspiration that will get you to finally quit.

There's not much in your life you could do right now that would be more important than quitting smoking. So, please quit.

Use the contact form (found on the navigation bar to the left) if you have any questions or concerns.

If I can help you, let me know.

God Bless!

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