I smoked an average of two packs a day for thirty years. I even watched them slowly kill my father but still didn’t quit. Switched to an e-cig two years ago after an expletive-laced tirade from my doctor, and so far, so good. But I told my wife that if it comes back to haunt me ten or fifteen years from now, all she’s to do is to run me through the undertaker’s oven and put me on the mantle in a walnut box. My choice, my consequences. My stupidity.
I think those e-cigs are a godsend.
I don’t use them myself, but they are perfectly harmless to those around the users.