The sings are as clear as the bright Sun at high noon, yet only very few see them. The coughs are loud and the wheezing is obvious, yet the smoker seems helpless in quitting the habbit. For the alcoholic or drug adicted amongst us it is the same battle within. How do I stop doing what I know is hurting me and because of which I have lost most things dear to me? Is it my fate to be so aflicted? Then usually about this time we look for someone or thing to blame. If I had a father around who guided me I would not be here now, if we had more money, if my partner would understand me, if, if, if. Keep reading my good one, there is an answer here.

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