I quit twice.
The first time was 12/25/06. My dad had a heart attack on christmas day, and I took a full pack of cigarettes out of my coat pocket, opened the door to the furnace and threw the new pack into the fire.
I was not a pleasant person to be around for a while. I spent a week wandering around the hospital, running purely on Coffee (no sleep, no cigarettes) while I waited for my dad to be released. Apparently I looked pretty rough, because people would see me walking down the hall and they'd take off in the other direction quick!
I stayed away from cigarettes for a little over a year, until the crap hit the fan. It had been a bad month, and I don't even remember what happened after that, but I do remember walking out to my cousin's truck (because he smoked) and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his glovebox. :violent1:
I quit again on 5/15/11. Threw that pack of cigarettes into the fire too (better to get rid of them, than to have them and say "When this pack is gone I'll quit")
A couple months went by and my parents split up, started smoking again...
Quitting is easy, it's staying away from them that's hard, especially when life gets rough.