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Playing Chicken With Your Life
- by Marisa
- June 27, 2007
Do you remember when you were a kid? I guess it’s farther away for some than for others. I remember, even though at times it seems like another lifetime. I remember thinking I was invincable. I thought of that today when my mom mentioned a tragic railroad accident from a few years ago involving kids playing chicken with a train.
I may not have taken that kind of chance when I was a kid but I did take others. In fact, up until last year I continued to take a chance with my life every time I lit up a cigarette. It was that feeling of invincibility that allowed me to pick up that first cigarette; it was addiction that kept me smoking for 33 years. And let’s face it, smoking is not much different than playing chicken with a train. It’s a stupid risk that really isn’t worth taking.
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