I hated smoking. As a child, both my parents smoked. My father managed to quit when I was a child, but my mother continues to smoke. As a teenager, I was constantly on her case for smoking. I found it foul, disgusting, nasty, and swore I would never even consider smoking. Then, college happened. Occasional cigars and clove cigarettes turned into occasional regular cigarettes, which turned into a 10-year pack-a-day habit. And at the same time, I still hated it. I hated how my mouth tasted, how my lungs ached. I felt awful, physically and mentally. How could I find this activity so abhorrent, yet still do it twenty times a day? I cursed every cigarette I lit. Inhale, exhale, cough, swear, promise myself that this was the LAST one,… and repeat. I wanted to quit. I NEEDED to quit. Nothing worked. The gum failed. The patch failed. The lozenge failed. My willpower failed. Electronic cigarettes worked. The very first puff I took off my very first ecigarette, it was angelic choruses and shafts of light from the sky. This was IT. THIS was going to get me off those nasty, disgusting, foul things that I hate. And they did. Five years later, I haven’t had one single cigarette. I smelled better within days, my senses of taste and smell improved within weeks, and my breathing improved within months. I’m still an ecig user because it works, and because I enjoy it. When all else failed, electronic cigarettes worked. Simply put, electronic cigarettes save lives. I’m proof.