Monday, February 28, 2011

A Real Class Act (Part 3)

The first thing he told us was to "Stand up.  Now pick a spot on the wall.  Any spot.  Stay completely focused on that spot and do not take your eyes off of it," he said with a gentle calm voice.    It is here that I do have to tell you though, before I selected my spot, I looked down at my watch.  You see, I was always very time conscientious when I worked.  I had to be.  It was an integral part of my job and therefore it became an integral part of who I was even in my personal life.  I remember seeing seven forty five and thinking that I'd already been in that room for forty five minutes...in Conference Room # 4 with this nut job!

I'm really not sure on how long he went on talking and or of everything that he said.  I do, however, remember certain phrases.  I remember him telling us to sit down.  I remember him telling us to take our right pinkie and point it up in the air.  I remember him telling us that when he counted back down to one to open our eyes.  I remember opening my eyes.  The first thing I did was realize that my eyes were all teary and watery and then, after blinking and actually wiping away a tear or two, I looked down at my watch.  It was close to eight thirty!
Forty five minutes had passed and yet, to me, it was a mere moments.

 I really don't know what happened during that forty five minutes!  It's forty five minutes of my life that I missed, so to speak.  But, what I can tell you is that when I left Conference Room #4 and got out to my daughter's little red Fiero, I thought I was going to puke from the stench of the stale cigarettes when I opened the car door.  What I can also tell you is that on that very chilly November  evening in Connecticut, I drove home with the window down because the smell was so nauseating.  

What I can also tell you is that when I got home, I took the pack of cigarettes out of my purse,  placed a label inside with the date on it and then placed them in one of the kitchen drawers.  What I can also tell you is that I haven't smoked a cigarette since and that this little "funny looking man" turned out to be 
A REAL CLASS ACT in my book.  He was a hypnotist from an organization based out of New York.


The date on that slip of paper, my friends, is "Nov 14."  The year was 1989.
It was the best $19.95 I've ever spent!


P.S.  There's a lesson here:  Don't judge a book by it's cover!

15 comments:

thesedaysofmine.com said...

That's an amazing story! Yes, you're right: we shouldn't judge people by the way they look.

I'm so glad you were able to find "the way" to kick your habit. Congrats!

Dianna

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Makes for a great story, how you stopped smoking!

Sandra said...

that is wonderful you stopped way back then, a great story and glad you shared it. do you ever wonder if he might have suggested something else that you don't know about? i have trust issues so that is the first thing i thought of, him planting something beside the hate of cigarettes.

gld said...

I am just amazed at this story. In a way it is kind of scary....I have always thought I could never be hypnotized, but this makes me wonder.

Congratulations on stopping. You did yourself and your family a great service. You should be very proud.

Donna said...

Great ending to a well written story!! You are right...never judge.

Good post JP!!

Nancy@A Rural Journal said...

Good to know that some of these programs do work. I've always wondered about them.

texwisgirl said...

That is awesome. I love it that a) it was affordable. b) it actually delivered! I sure hope that man knows how many lives he's changed for the better (or possibly even saved).

Angela said...

That's amazing! Now if only I could find that man I would pay him a thousand dollars to get my mom to quit smoking! I would!

I'm so glad it worked for you! That was the best money you ever spent!

Have a Great Day!
Angela

Chatty Crone said...

Wonder if he is still alive and does one for weight loss? Good for you. That was awesome. sandie

Beverly@Beverly's Back Porch said...

No, mine must have been a different person. I finally had to go the private sector. Whatever it takes. Good for you!

Jill said...

Wow! That is fantastic! What an interesting experience.

Jane said...

That was an amaxing story,and congratulations on being smoke free! The money was so well spent. I'm happy you kicked the habit. In answer to your question of a few day's back,I'm not as afraid of the yeast as I was. Thanks so much for the advice you gave me about the water temp,being about what you would bath a baby in. So far is working like a charm! Thanks so much. blessings jane

twbcountrygirl said...

JP, I'm so glad you got help from this strange and wonderful man! And look at you now. Happy, healthy and in the hollow.
the wanna be country girl - Caroline

Canyon Girl said...

You are such a good WRITER! And I'm so glad you managed to stop. Stopping smoking is definitely one of my greatest accomplishments, December 21, 1993, but then I had a few when that Los Angeles earthquake hit on 1/17/94, I think it was. But that's it, no more since then--Inger

forestwalk/laura k said...

i agree...for under 20 bucks! and it actually worked! i always wondered about that quit smoking class in a room with all those people...i wouldn't have thought it would work! great job!!
(i felt the same way when i came out of the (one on one) hypnotist...ugh...the smell of ashtrays!)

anyway, don't usually go wandering around...during the week...but i had to get over here and at least see how this class act turned out! i'm glass he WAS a class act and didn't make you flap your arms and quack like a duck...while 'under'. ha! or maybe he did.... :]laura

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