Yet another year without cigarettes. Eighteen years, wow.
It might seem tedious to keep harping on this year after year, but frankly I think giving up smoking after 35 years of slavery to the habit was the smartest and bravest thing I ever did. And I know for a dead certainty that I would not be here writing this today if I had continued smoking the way I did.
So I’ll keep celebrating my freedom, year after year!
Jak's View of Vancouver v.3 
Me too Jak (celebrating my freedom) and, as a testament to the power of that particular addiction, I still miss it.
I like Ur choice of words, ‘a dead certainty’!