A "different" drug problem....
This is a letter to the editor of a newspaper:
The other day someone in the store in our town read about a Meth lab found in an old farmhouse in the next county, he asked me a rhetorical question; why didn't we have a drug problem when we were growing up?
I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church every Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings & funerals.
I was drug to family reunions & community socials, no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
I was 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 to mom's garden and flower beds to pull weeds & cockleburs from dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends, & neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, fix the clothesline, or chop some firewood.
And if my mother had found out that I took even a single dime as tip for this "kindness", I was drug right back to the woodshed!
Those drugs are still in my veins & they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think.
They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroine; and if todays children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place!!
God Bless the parents who drugged us!!!
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