“I ain't never doing that no more,” declared Dooley with some amount of conviction.  “I ain't never been that sick in my whole life,” he declared, but I had heard him make that exact same pronouncement before. In fact, he said that every time he got sick. “Me neither,” echoed Cousin Billy Clyde.  Both of them had been sick because we had slipped some of my dad's chewing tobacco out and tried chewing it.  He  chewed Hornet, and it wasn't meant for 14-year-old boys.  
Of course being the good boy I was, I had tried to persuade them not to chew it, but nothing do thembut do it anyway. I could have kept those boys out of a lot of trouble if they had listened to me over the years, but hardheaded as they were, they seldom listened to my good advice. 
They both stared at me as if they were waiting for me to say something. “You got to be as good a man as I am before you can start chewing Hornet,” I chided them, but still they just stood there and looked at me as if waiting for something. 
Suddenly a stomach virus or something hit me and I began to throw up all over the barn shed.  Those sorry good for nothing friends of mine found it pretty funny that I had developed a sudden stomach problem. “I ain't never doing that again,” I blurted out between mouthfuls spewing out. 
I don't know about Dooley or Billy Clyde, but I meant it and thus ended my chewing career before it ever really got started good. I never had any desire to chew tobacco after that day in the barn shed.  
Most of us are well aware of the teachings of God's word, yet we seem all to quick to violate his teachings, and always with the same results. It never turns out well for us. Learn the hard way or learn the hard way...  learn we will.