Paul Melvin

As a kid, I pushed boundaries, hanging out with older crowds, impatient to grow up. I wanted to be just like my dad, who happened to be a smoker.

At nine, I spent a night camping with friends. We’d managed to get someone’s older brother to buy us a pack of cigarettes. We lit them quickly, sitting in a row. We were all dizzy, but we felt like we were men and could soon smoke… without coughing.

I left school and started work at 16 (finally, a man earning his own keep!). One day, sitting in my bedroom with my highly decorated Golden Virginia tin resting on my knee, I rolled a cigarette just like I’d learned from my dad. Suddenly, a loud bang at the door broke my concentration, sending my tobacco flying.

My neighbour stood at the front door ashen faced… He tried to tell me as calmly as possible that my dad was lying on the ground in the front garden! He’d collapsed, after a massive heart attack. My father was 47 then, and from then was an ex-smoker…. Just not in the way we’d hoped…

Over the years, smoking developed into chain-smoking, something I couldn’t have done without strong lungs. But my health soon suffered. I panicked frequently, wondering if I’d even make it to the ripe age of 47.

I searched for ways to quit. First method? Willpower. This didn’t last a day. Next, I tried nicotine patches, but they weren’t enough to satisfy my cravings. It felt like torture. I experimented with laser therapy, which involved firing a Flash Gordon-type laser gun into my ear. (Yes, I was that desperate.) The laser technique failed as well, leaving me in serious distress.

When a family friend heard me coughing and spluttering, she suggested a “Stop Smoking Guru” to my mum. “I used his program to quit,” she said. “Maybe Paul should go to one of his seminars.” His name was Allen Carr.

Enough was enough. I had to contact this guru.

The day of my session, I woke up extra early to smoke as much as possible before ‘giving up’ cigarettes for good. I arrived at the clinic a bag of nerves armed with two packs and a healthy amount of skepticism. I’d tried everything, and I knew the risks. What could this guy tell me that I didn’t know already?

I chain-smoked my way through the session. No health lectures. No “jars of tar” demonstrations. Instead, the therapist focused on the reasons people smoke. I looked inward for nearly five hours, challenging why I turned to cigarettes. When asked to light my “final cigarette,” I viewed smoking in a completely new light.

Now, that cigarette was no longer a friend who’d helped me through thick and thin. It was an enemy—an enemy who’d stopped me from living my life freely. I smoked half of my last cigarette before stubbing it out for good, vowing to never light another.

Within just a few smoke-free weeks, I was a new man. My lungs felt wonderful! Like back when I was 15. Allen Carr’s method gave me a fresh outlook on life, and a vitality I hadn’t known was possible. I used to think it was difficult to stop smoking, but now I understand how easy it can be, especially when equipped with the right knowledge and motivation.

I decided to give back to the cause that had reinvigorated my life. After forming friendships with the therapists and director at Allen Carr’s Easyway, I became a trainee therapist and ran my first session only 16 months later. I’ll never forget changing 12 people’s lives that same day.

Within a few years, I had the opportunity to own the Allen Carr’s Easyway Scotland franchise with Jim McCreadie, a colleague of mine. Since taking over, Jim and I have helped smokers all across the country find their way out of the trap and we can never hide our smiles after a job well done.

Allen Carr’s Easyway is a growing, worldwide family of amazing people who share a common goal: offering smokers an “Easyway” to walk away from their addiction to cigarettes for good. Thank you, Allen Carr. It is because of you I’ve been able to live to, and beyond 47, and thrive with every minute.