Har du Ild?

Two weeks and five hours ago, moments before the Ash Wednesday service was to begin, I ran up the church steps and stubbed out my smoke. By carefully engineered coincidence that was the last cigarette in the last pack and I have not had a whiff of nicotine since.

The evil weed, indeed.

The scariest part of it all, is just how difficult is had not been to fight down the temptations once I had the proper alignment of time and place and motivation. Given how sincerely I have wished that I never would have started, I am really happy to have stopped and I pray that I never take up the filthy habit ever again.

Also Steen, tusind tak men nej tak.