A friend shared the story of how he made a significant shift. His doctor listened to the litany of ails he was navigating, and realized that the linchpin was smoking. She was his age, and felt more like a partner in the pursuit of his well being, than an expert who was criticizing his failures.
The doctor got out her prescription pad.
"I think it is time for a 'cessation of smoking agreement' between us."
He paused. The habit of many years had deep roots. But he had reached a point where the havoc it caused in his lungs and energy was too steep a price.
He nodded. She wrote the course of action, and asked him for a date.
"Thanksgiving Day."
"Too far away."
They agreed on a day and she signed it. The doctor handed it to him.
"Now you sign too." He took a deep breath. At least as deep as a chain smoker can take, realizing it was a moment of truth and because of their conversation it was also a moment of personal integrity. He took the pen and inscribed his commitment. This was it.
To suggest that life pivoted on that moment is both an enormous oversimplification, and a recognition of Divine Providence.
"The universe lined up to help me quit smoking."
Gradually his body healed. He and his wife were able to hike together, even the Grand Canyon, and the Smoky Mountains. His wife had the prescription framed, and hung it on the wall as proof that people can change.
On an anniversary of the event he called the doctor's office to thank her, but she had retired. They found her on social media, and found a way to leave a message. If it had not been for that day, he was sure he would be dead.
In telling the story he mused how infrequently we go back and appreciate the people who have been instrumental in our growth. He has made an effort to do better.
Plus he has the breath to express it.
