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A lazy Texas river spanning form Kerr county Texas to the San Antonio bay on the Gulf of Mexico. If you ever need to find a place to relax enjoy the sunshine while refreshing from the hot Texas sun, nothing beats a lazy day tubing down the slow winding of deep greens and blue. Some place your arm able to reach down and feel the stones polished by the millenniums. Hiding secrets of the Alamo and days gone by. A sacred place, where no worries in the world can follow, No troubles from work are allowed to enter, only you and your desire to be at peace can break the waters edge. In my resent ventures over this past summer I had the opportunity to experience the river , its majesty and glory , Not only was I with the river I was with the finest people in the world to share the experience. By day floating lazily carefree and by night telling stories lounging about the cabin or sitting under the stars on the porch, cooking out burgers some night or fajita’s.. I often think of that trip and the fun we all had, to go back in time , even in memory can be so nice . Some days we would float solo or holding hands keeping close together. other days we banded are pack together by twine and traveled the river as one , like a Robin Hood and his merry men , or maybe Tom Sawyer and some of his boy hood chums. One particular day we were going solo , but I lashed the tube with the cooler to my rig 6 hours or so , surly you need some sort of refreshment and maybe even pull up on to a clear shore line for a bite to eat.. And so we did. After lunch two of are young explores Decided to forgo the tubes, swim a bit and comb the bottom of the river for secret hidden treasures,, Lost sunglass or the mother load a Iphone or other such valuable loot. Now with no use for there tubes , the young explores piled them on top of the cooler . So there I was, in my tube tied to a stack of three tubes and a cooler. To which the wind had greater strength to control then the slow easiness of the river current. Some times I would find the wind speeding me along , while others the wind dragging me back and my group of merry band of men flowing down the river far in front of me. While still enjoying the river the ride and the scenery I really had no control of the speed of my travel , to which side of the river I would coast. Sometimes the wind would bring me in to the tree line . Catching me on limbs and others casting me out into the deeper waters. Basicly I was at the mercy of powers much greater then myself.. As history repeats itself ,, this is where I find myself once more, only today laying in my hospital bed. With each day that passes more tubes are added to my burden, and now with each tube the wind carries me faster down the river then we could have ever imagined. Just a few hundred yards back the option of chemo loomed in the air to slow the winds and the current giving me more time to enjoy the river, but now once more due to powers beyond my control I find myself helpless. My illness grows faster then can be controlled. I am at peace, I am comfortable. I am in my tube enjoying every last minute of my ride Down the Guadalupe I can not see the end to the river nor do I look forward to its end.. I have my friends , I have my family , I have you all , and I have the love of a beautiful women , my angel, my everything to comfort and care for me I love you all And will to my best keep you posted In the mean time Don’t put things in your mouth and light them on fire !!

Yes, congratulations on 3 years!

I found this post from you over there: one advice and info on phlegm Started by rajaj , May 27 2015 09:18 AM Please log in to reply 6 replies to this topic #1 rajaj rajaj Member Members 18 posts LocationIndia Posted 27 May 2015 - 09:18 AM Dear All, I am new here. I was a smoker for 18 years..and after thinking a lot, I quit smoking 11 days before (I am 36 yrs old). I use to smoke roughly a pack of cigarettes every day (each pack has 10). Some times 1 or 2 more..But for the past one year I smoked only 5 everyday.. After looking into this form I got to know that after quitting, phlegm will be expelled from lungs..I just want to know whether it comes out from nose or throat? Now i am getting phlegm from throat..but I am not able to spit out. I just swallowed them as it is easiler! I wanted to know when will the special mucus will be expelled..is it immediatly after 10 days? or or after 1 yr? I am worried that after quitting i do not find anything improvement.. (there is no change I hardly notice after quitting smoking). A week after quitting smoking I got 4 armpit bump..(one doctor said it is lymph node and other said it is just head boil, i.e. bump due to body heat)Now it is almost reduced.. How do I know that my lungs are improving after quitting? any changes in health? thanks for your advice rajaj

I will try to get more over here from jwg. He touched so many of us with his writings.....

By the color of his salt and pepper hair I would have guessed him to be in his mid 50’s I would not say he was overweight , but a few walks in the park would not be the worst way he could spend a little bit more of his time. The biggest impression he really made on me was how , unimpressionable he was . If ever there was a John Q. Citizen this would be him. Everything about this man was average, from his shoes on his feet to that look of bewilderment on his face. Normally I keep to myself, Im not one to go around offering free advice. But I must say, he looked so lost- not that I had any answers. But perhaps I had the right questions or at the very least I had time to listen. I placed the butt of my fishing pole on the walk and set the drag to loose. Then testing it with a tug , to make sure I would not loose my rig , if I were to get a bite. I walked down the bridge a few paces to where “john” sat on the rail. I was not even yet close enough to offer my hand and introduce my self , when that old familiar smell of stale smoke and tobacco hit me in the face like a brick.. “wow - this one is ripe” I thought to myself. “ hows it going” I asked as I stepped in closer. “fine” he answered in a nonchalant way That’s , good I said nodding my head in affirmation.. “ you ?” he asked. “I’d be better if they were biting”. “ I imagine so” he said as he jumped down from his perch “ you from the other side ? “ he asked. “sure am” I boasted with some pride “been over here for past two years now” I love it I added , I could never imagine it being any different. “ yeah” he said in a smug tone “ I hear life is perfect over there , it never rains And life is roses all the time” Hog wash on that I said. “ we all got ass crap days” no matter what side of the river you live on Really ? he questioned ,, “sure” I said. What about money he asked “ I hear tell everyone over there makes more money” “ Oh my goodness , who have you been talking too ?” “ no one in particular , A guy just hears things you-know” “ Well I can assure you non of us make more money then we did before crossing over. Now we just have better opportunity’s to save some of it, or spend it on things we once wernt able to, things that make us truly happy” “huh” he said looking over my shoulder off onto the other side; trying to get a peek as to what life might like be living on the other side “your scared of crossing?” I asked. He then turned his head back and looked down the river, then he looked left; back in the direction he came from, then he looked down to his feet and in a small voice “ yes” he sighed Slowly he lifted his head and said “ Im scared if I cross and don’t make I will have to go back home a failure” “ Im scared if I make it I could loose some of my friends, or even loose myself, and who I am” “Hmm , I see , these are great concerns” I said I understand your dilemma. For a few miniutes we both stood there in silence looking down the river. He nervously kept his hands in motion as if he washing them in some imaginary sink. After thinking a min or two I said to him “ you know, if you don’t cross over to the other side your guaranteed to fail yourself “ but more importantly. I added “there is a secret to making it on the other side that the ones who never cross over can ever learn” “really ?” he asked “what is the secret can you tell me?” I smiled and put my hand onto his shoulder , looking him in the eye and said “ No one that has ever truly wanted to make it on the other side has failed. Its only the ones who question there decision and wrestle with the though of going back “ that ever fail . You see I explained , “when you cross over you can not live on both sides of the river” Then off in the distant we both heard a great noise, the sound of fireworks and celebration, “whats that” he asked” “oh that.” I said is Just some one that crossed over some time ago , having an anniversary party. “wow” he said , “ that sounds nice, I think I would like that” “yes… yes, you would” I assured him. “ there is so much in this world , you have been deprived living back there in the darkness” He smiled and said to me “ I think I’ll try” I smiled back to him and said “ leave “try” here on the bridge , or throw it in the river. The the path to freedom can not be walked with hope , each step has to be planted with confidence , leaving no room for doubt”

@notsmokinjo please don't be angry with yourself. I continued to smoke for another 16 years after my family's first smoking related death. And continued after my breathing started suffering. We can't change the past, we can only learn from it. You were only 18, forgive yourself and be proud that you've quit now

I too lost my father to smoking related cancer as well as an uncle, his younger brother, within two years of each other. So I can totally relate to your post lml. My uncle died first in 2000 followed by my dad in 2002. Sadly my uncle had quit smoking a year or two before he was diagnosed. My dad on the other hand had a lit cigarette in the ashtray when the ambulance came to take him for his final ride ? im sorry about your family members, I was raised like you were. Smoking was everywhere. just remember that wanting isn't doing. This addiction is brutal and very hard at times, especially for us older folks but it is doable. You are doing great And thank you for sharing.....

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Sorry for your tough night Shane, they do sneak up on you when you least expect it ? Glad you just went to bed, I did that plenty in my first year. Hoping, and usually it was, for a better tomorrow. We just keep reminding ourselves that we smoked for a lot of years and this addiction isn't going down without a hiccup in the road every now and then. Thanks for posting and reminding us all to be forever vigilant

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Five twenty one I wake Every morning to chirps The birds say hello

Very powerful. So glad that Ryan happened to be there at that moment. Hopefully that 10 year old heard his message. And shame on the couple people who helped him light a cigarette!

Awesome pics Jim, are you crazy for sitting on the edge of that rock though?! Thanks for sharing and showing us the awesome rewards quitting gives us

5 for those in recovery...…………...

Won't the bubbles get the box wet?

Should I FedEx it back to you?

So you're not missing one of them?