Just a few moments ago, I commented that a newborn quit can be like an 8-year-old child, begging for what it wants, because it has yet to be taught what it truly needs (or is actually going to get). That reminded me of a situation I witnessed at a restaurant yesterday…
A small boy, perhaps 5 or 6, was unleashed upon this restaurant, and those of us in it. With shrill screeches, this child told his mother what he must have. What he wanted . (“Mommy, mommy, MOMMY, mommy, mommy… GET ME A NUGGETS!!!! ”) Then, there was unfettered rolling around on the floor and jumping from table to table...until the child grabbed a black cable coming from the register, and pulled on it in order to climb up to the counter. That’s when an employee had had enough, and ended the situation that Mom had been refusing to handle.
Not 3 minutes later, a little girl was at the register. She was so captivated by the siren song of the sights and smells of the place, and was wiggling and gibbering about what she " neeeeeded". Mom leaned over, locked eyes with the girl, and firmly stated, “This is not how we behave in public. I need you to calm down and hold still.” And the girl immediately did it.
I knew, without doubt, that my addiction had proven to be a very reckless and selfish “wild child“. However, my new Quit was this fresh and hopeful little life-force. Two very separate entities: One, a dark and deadly liar; the other, a bright and willing student. And, both cleaved from the same, common heart... mine.
But, I was given a choice, and I had to choose.
You have to choose, too.
So, if you’re sick and tired of feeding the smoky monster inside you, then how about raising the newborn quit you swore you wanted more than anything else in life. Because it’s here, and it just needs you to be the guardian and teacher you know you must be.
STORM: 919
