The
Drug Problem
The other
day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab
had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he
asked me a rhetorical question.
Why
didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing
up?"
I
replied, I had a drug problem when I was
young:
I was drug to church on Sunday
morning. I was drug to church for weddings and
funerals.
I
was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the
weather.
I
was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to
adults.
I
was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a
lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect,
spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth
my best effort in everything that was asked of
me.
I
was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap
if I uttered a profanity.
I
was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and
cockleburs out of dad's fields.
I
was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out
some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the
clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever
known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she
would have drug me back to the
woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they
affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are
stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if some of today's
children had this kind of drug problem America would be a better
place.
God
bless the parents who drugged
us.
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Yeah my parents drugged me, and I became valedictorian because of it; and am on the path to doing something with my life. Clean criminal record, loved by all employers because I work till the job is done even after it is technically time to leave, etc... Drug problem indeed.
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