Article May 18, 1987 Issue

There's no substitute for real joy

There's nothing quite like finding out how free and pure God has already made us.

Nelle O. Sprowls

Of course, I would never be addicted to anything! I was no weakling! I might just try it, but I could stop anytime I wanted to.

It was my first year at college, I was younger than any of my friends, and I wanted to show them that I was as sophisticated as they were. Everybody was smoking; so I began smoking too.

Occasionally I would resent being tied to tobacco. Periodically I would try to stop, and sometimes I went a day or two without tobacco—always with a feeling of deprivation. The little experiment begun so casually had come to rule my life.

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