Once, I tried to tell my brother how God delivered me from nicotine addiction even though I wasn't looking to be delivered (I "enjoyed" smoking during my pack-a-day routine.)

In a day it had evaporated. "Oh no," he protested. "You really wanted to quit and used your will power to quit."

Several times I reiterated the miracle story, but to no avail. I replied with all the ways I enjoyed my smokes... waiting for the School Bus, with my coffee any time of day, at the bars, with my girlfriend, etc. etc. Morning, noon or night, I had to have a smoke. When I was broke, I learned that at Bus Stops, people would often throw away smokes they had just lit up.

But no. It was like talking to a frog in a ditch.