I never carried a cigarette in mouth. When I was four years old, my father’s mother died of coronary artery disease.  It’s one of those little diseases that are just as pleasant and deadly as cancer that no one talks about. You don’t suffer, but it takes you in your sleep. I remember something my parents said: “Grandma went to heaven because she smoked too much.” Every time I met a passing smoker, I let them know that death was approaching. People were quite surprised. Maybe I saved some lives? When we are four years old, we all go through a phase of mental development and that’s when traumas submerge you. Every day, when I see someone smoking, it hurts me inside. There are too many other evils on this earth for one to add any more…