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  1. Tomorrow, 11/11/11, I will have six months vaping and I could not be more proud. I smoked on and off for almost 8 years, robbing myself and others of what little time we have being a slave to cigarettes. Proudly I proclaimed to be an independent person yet became submissive to this addiction that was eating me alive.

    I grew up in a household that smoked for as long as I could remember. I started eventually, sneaking a smoke here and there from the older kids at work, stealing cigarettes from my parents and paying extra to local gas stations to sell me my own. By the time I hit 19, I was up to a pack a day easy and had a budding gambling addiction as well. Fast forward two years later, I'm having struggles with trying to supply my habits seeing as how I was smoking almost two packs a day, gambling at least three times a week and realized how much fun drinking and smoking at the same time was. At the moment, I didn't really care what people thought or how much damage I would inflict on my body since I was putting food on the table for my family and I was young.

    My Grandmother died in 2009 from Breast Cancer. She had been a smoker in her younger years but had quit in her 30's. Despite her best efforts though, my Grandpa smoked in the house around her for many years despite both of their declines in health. My Grandfather died shortly after my Grandmother did due other medical issues. I decided that some things needed to change in my life or the hardship I suffered with my grandparents passing would be an understatement to what I carelessly would do to my own children.

    Going off of a recommendation from a friend at work, I purchased a Joye 510 kit from a local brick and mortar store. I remember smoking each cigarette I had while I waited on the battery to charge and thinking that this would not help though I desperately wanted it to work. I assembled my 510 with hope but no faith while reading over the paperwork for the kit to see about refund stipulations.

    I'm glad to say that 6 months later, I've learned more than I ever wanted to know about e cigarettes. I've gotten to the point that I can impart knowledge on others who wore my shoes and more than clocked a mile on them with their frustrations about switching, equipment and will power. I'm proud to say that I'm also 6 months removed from drinking alcohol daily and gambling as well. I owe a great deal of the person I am today to ECF and to ecigs.

    An apple was the catalyst for gravity being discovered proving that the smallest of things can have the biggest impact on our lives and our world. Thinking on how I owe so much to a device comprised of a battery and a heating coil is overwhelming as most people would hear the two and not think anything of it. Everything I've gained back was as a result of those initial baby steps.

    I am proud to be a member of ECF. I am ready to be a friend to anyone on here. I am glad I will be around a lot longer to answer vaping questions. I'm excited for this new future of mine. Only time will tell what other great things I am to achieve. I thank all of you from the deepest parts of my heart for all you have taught me and wish for all the best to you in everything you do.

    "What progress, you ask, have I made? I have begun to be a friend to myself."

    Hecato, Greek philosopher
  2. Todays Story: A Legend is Born.

    It was the best of times for other people. I, WyattDerp, roamed the plains of Oklahoma with my generic analogs in my pocket and a tingle in my throat. Sucking down the last Mentholatum stick in my cancer box, I was determined to make a change. "Wyatt," I said to myself, "You must be dagburn fool to keep your volunteer job being a smokestack. Spend your money wiser and buy a rifle and some bullets if you want to pay to kill yourself."

    At that point, I decided to make a change, Michael Jackson style. Instead of throwing jackets at hungry kids, I picked up a PV kit from my local PV shop. I started out with a Joye 510 kit which had rave reviews. I looked at the buckaroo and "This thing can't bust a grape." I waited my 8 hours to charge like the booklet said to and proceeded to bring the winds my direction. My first drag of a PV, felt like cold water to the sternum, a wrenching in my chest. I coughed and choked, like a young boy taking his first drag of a cigarette from the original RedBox. I noticed that nothing happened until I awoke the next morning to find that I no longer needed the hard stuff.

    I officially died and was reborn as WyattDerp, respecter of women and children and Aerator of the midwest. I decided that I don't mind being the dude who gets the Spanish inquiry from every greenhorn who wants to ask about my PV, as the Derp obliges. Any way to spread the Ecig gospel is worth it to me. I now vape a trail from county to county riding my trusty steed Focus, my 2003 car with a LOTR sticker on the back window. I shall tell the tale of the PV, friend of cowboy and bandito alike. Ride on PV'ers Ride on.
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