Quitting smoking was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I did it for my daughter. Well, for all my children, but mainly for my daughter because one day, she just sat down on my lap and asked me why I was killing myself. Apparently they had had one of those annoying awareness presentations that day, and she realized how dangerous cigarettes were. I will never forget the honest worry on her face, and every time I smoked from then on, I see that face. Even now, when I get the itch to smoke, I remember her earnest face, even though she is much later now. She's embarrassed when I bring it up, but she may have just saved my life.