That’s pretty much what convinced me. When I was a kid (mid-60s), my parents took me to the Museum of Science in Boston … and in somewhat enlightened fashion for the times, they had an anti-smoking display of three autopsied lungs. One was a healthy, pink lung taken from someone who’d died in an auto accident. One was from someone who died of lung cancer (a misshapen, sickly yellow thing). The third was from someone who died of emphysema (a shrunken, black thing). I needed no more convincing that smoking was a terrible thing to do!
That’s pretty much what convinced me. When I was a kid (mid-60s), my parents took me to the Museum of Science in Boston … and in somewhat enlightened fashion for the times, they had an anti-smoking display of three autopsied lungs. One was a healthy, pink lung taken from someone who’d died in an auto accident. One was from someone who died of lung cancer (a misshapen, sickly yellow thing). The third was from someone who died of emphysema (a shrunken, black thing). I needed no more convincing that smoking was a terrible thing to do!