Smoking for me is like my evil best friend, who is always hurting me yet always there for me. Quitting has been a tough road, and I have to admit that I have failed a few times. I have trouble resisting temptation. I am trying my best, everyday to quit. My inspiration is a huge part of me quitting. My inspiration is my two beautiful kids. I want to live long enough to be there for them. Not only for their childhood and their young adulthood. I want to be there when they get married, be there when my grandchildren are born. I would love to live long enough to see my grandchildren graduate. I had my kids young so that is very possible, but I don't want smoking to take away all the years I have with my children. I don't want my kids to look back and remember me smoking. I don't want them to think of my smell and think of ciggarettes. Without them, I don't think I would be quitting. They are my motivation.