Stored for over 20 years in a Ziploc bag containing ~20 of its buddies, all clad but 2. This is the only one that shows any toning - even the two silvers didn't turn.
Sorry pics suck...coins are hard
Hi. I came across this sub and have been patiently avoiding it ever since. But it came back on my feed tonight and it made my heart drop into my stomach. I don't know what I'm doing and I'm scared.
I've been smoking since I was a kid. Was a pack a day for awhile, less now but still smoking. I'm 41.
In 2024 my dad died of small cell lung cancer from smoking. He was 68. He and I were very close and even now I still can't believe he's gone.
He was adopted and I never knew who his biological parents were. After he died I became kind of obsessed with finding out where he came from. After over a year of searching I learned who his parents were. His mom died at the age of 60 from small cell lung cancer. She was a lifelong smoker.
After learning that, I managed to quit smoking for two weeks. Then I had a rough day, and told myself I could have one. I'm sure we all know how that goes, and here I am.
I had a child at 34. She has autism. She's six and not fully verbal. She still wears pull-ups. What in the hell is wrong with me that I am so selfish, to keep doing this when I know this child needs me to be around as long as possible? Am I morally defective beyond hope, or have I just accepted that I'm already cooked? Or is that just an excuse to keep smoking?
I feel lost AF rn and I don't know what to do. I'm sorry for this post, I don't even know if still smokers are welcome here. I'm not usually prone to emotion or bouts of drama. I can't think straight between the ceaseless guilt and the weight of responsibility and the incomprehensible pain of grief. Maybe I should see a cessation counselor