It IS good to know. Here's a story.
My grandfather smoked when he was young (back then, they didn't know it was so bad for you). Eventually, he quit, but years later, because of his earlier years smoking, he got emphysema (spelling???). Most of my time growing up, I had to hear and watch him cough and use inhalers and a machine that helped clear the congestion in his chest. It was terrible to have to watch and listen to that every time I went over to his apartment to visit him. He also had to have an oxygen machine, and everyone could hear it humming if you went close enough to the room it was in. Sometimes, my grandpa would have to go off into the bathroom if he had a really bad coughing fit. It sounded like he was in so much pain--sometimes he'd be in there for over 5 minutes.
Eventually, my uncle had to move back to the D.C. area from Florida, give up his job and everything in order to take care of my grandparents (my grandma had brain cancer, so she needed a lot of help too). Because of his sacrifice, he still, to this day, doesn't have a steady job. My dad and other uncle had to take turns watching my grandparents on weekends sometimes, when my uncle had a gig w/ his band (he's a drummer). So I would sometimes be alone in the house w/ just my mom @ night, which was really scary. A few years before he died--around Father's Day--my grandpa had to go to the hospital for a really long time, and I was so scared that he might die (my grandma had already passed away about 1 or 2 years before). Luckily, he was okay, but I think that was sort of a warning--or, how shall I say it--foreshadowing is better--of what was to come. I'm pretty sure God was trying to tell us that it wouldn't be long before the "time" really did come (the same sort of thing happened before w/ my Grandma).
In summer of 2003, he went back to the hospital, and that time, he pretty much lapsed into a coma. He was unresponsive for a time, until one day when he was actually awake and talked to me and my mom. The last thing he said to us was, "Bye, girls!" as we were walking out of his room. After that, I don't think he ever woke up again. He would lie on the bed w/ his mouth open, sleeping, while the oxygen machine was running, and I would always watch the heart monitor and keep praying for his heart rate to stay normal. It was so strange watching him and talking to him when he didn't respond, but we knew he could hear us.
A few days before he died, at summer camp, this dove flew in to our lunch table area and landed on one of the tables. It was really strange...but I think it was some sort of way of God giving me peace with the situation. Another thing like that happened when I just "happened" to hear the song "It is Well with my Soul" being played on the radio one day when we left the hospital. That was not a coincidence. The day he died, at 9 PM, I sort of felt this sensation that something at happened, and I started to pray. When my dad and uncle got home, the told me and my mom my grandpa had died. It didn't really hit me until the wake, because that's when you actually see the person...
Luckily, my family's really close, so we were able to get through it.
I'm sorry I told that overly sentimental story, but I feel I have a duty to tell what happened to my grandfather--and my entire family--all because he smoked. One little action can affect not only yourself but everyone around you, especially those you love. One of my greatest wishes is for those people who smoke (especially those in Europe, b/c too many people smoke there) to somehow get to know someone who's had or is having the same experience I did. I wish that they could see what's going to happen to them and their families once the years pass by and they get older. If they only knew--and they saw it face-to-face--they would stop, I'm sure of it. SMOKING KILLS PEOPLE. It's not a joke, it's not just some stupid catch-phrase people use on public service announcements. It's the TRUTH. And no one can say it isn't b/c I have this story to tell. I know what it does to people. SMOKING KILLED MY GRANDFATHER. It wasn't his fault, because he didn't know what it could do to him, but now we know. We're lucky. We should take good advantage of what we know now and use the knowledge to help ourselves and others. I know I will never smoke, to honor my grandpa. I know none of you like the idea of smoking, but I urge you terribly to help those who find it okay. Think of what might happen to them. Whether they're friends or enemies, you need to say something. Don't let what happened to my grandpa happen to them--try as hard as you can, even if they don't listen at first. Please, I'm asking you, we've got to do something. People in the future don't deserve to be hurt b/c of what their friends/family do now.
I'm sorry again for posting something so personal and so depressing, but whenever this subject comes up, I feel a real need to tell this story and ask people to take action. I hope you understand. I promise we'll stick to lighter topics from now on.