Now we were both working at our jobs, long and hard each day. His eyes lifted in hope as I continued, “I am willing to do without my supper and drive six miles out into the country, and pray every night until something happens.” You don’t need to be preached at you really need to be delivered.” You need to be helped and not criticized. I answered quickly, “I’m not trying to criticize you. I have walked the floor and almost gone crazy and I know I can’t live right and use them. I have tried for three weeks at a time to quit. “Y-e-yes.” He looked pitifully at me, trying to grin, but with a sober, serious, sincere look, “Yes, I do. “Brother Murl, don’t you find it rather hard to quit cigarettes?” I softly asked, when I got him alone.
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