Smoking is a very personal issue for me. My grandmother, easily the most kind-hearted woman I’ve ever met, lost her life several decades too early as a result of lung cancer, thanks to second-hand smoke. It was at that time, when I was still very young, that I decided I would do what I could to protect those around me from smoke.
Like many, I grew up around a number of smokers. My mom smoked while I was young but made the right decision to stop after she saw how it was affecting me and my brother. She was also smart enough to smoke outside, or at least primarily so, unlike the situation many children are trapped in. This is where my fury kicks in.