I smoked, I drank, I did all the kicking my heels up type things, but I went to Mass on Sunday.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wasn't even sure I'd be able to walk. I couldn't even go outside. Maybe I was just burnt crisp from the gruelling schedule I had been keeping for years.
At one time I smoked, but in 1959 I couldn't think of anything else to give up for Lent so I stopped - and I haven't had a cigarette since.
My worst habit used to be smoking but I quit.
I fought back, got injured again and I had to have another operation. I got down and depressed and I think I was drinking more than I should. Well, I know I was.
The day I pitched, I would drink either 'cause I was celebrating or I lost and couldn't sleep.
Well, I quit smoking three weeks ago and I had a hard day today not smoking.
My doctor asked me if I smoked, and I said only when I'm working, golfing, or drinking. Then I realized the only time I don't smoke is when I'm home. I didn't even realize I'd become a smoker.
I got sober because I was worried I was going to die next year.
I got sober for good on December 7, 2008.
In the hospital, I promised myself that I ever walked again, that I would eat well and swim every day.
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