Sometimes, The Thing That Ties You Down

My Mother And My Father Were Illiterate Immigrants From Russia. When I Was A Child They Were Constantly Amazed That I Could Go To A Building And Take A Book On Any Subject. They Couldn't Believe This Access To Knowledge We Have Here In America. They Couldn't Believe That It Was Free.

Unfortunately, Once I Did Learn To Smoke, I Couldn't Stop. I Escalated To Two Packs A Day Very Quickly, And Stayed That Way For About Ten Years. When I Decided To Stop, I Adopted The Method That My Father Had Used When He Quit. He Would Carry A Cigarette In His Shirt Pocket, And Every Time He Felt Like Smoking, He Would Pull Out The Cigarette And Confront It: "who Stronger? You? Me?" Always The Answer Was The Same: "i Stronger." Back The Cigarette Would Go, Until The Next Craving. It Worked For Him, And It Worked For Me.

Obey The Voice Within - It Commands Us To Give Of Ourselves And Help Others. As Long As We Have The Capacity To Give, We Are Alive

All Children Are Natural Actors, And I'm Still A Kid. If You Grow Up Completely, You Can Never Be An Actor.

Sometimes, The Thing That Ties You Down Sets You Free.