I smoked my first cigarette in high school and continued for seven years. I so thoroughly enjoyed smoking that I overlooked the ridiculousness of my hiding my habit by popping breath mints, spraying perfume, and ducking into alleys for a smoke. It took seven years for me to see the hypocrisy of my hiding and the degree of my enslavement. I cried out to God and within two weeks I had quit–cold turkey. No patch. No pills. It was a miracle–a swift deliverance that sparked my fledgling faith in God.