Subject: drugs
The other day, an older gentleman, at a store in a small town, read that a
methanphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in the adjoining county.
He asked a rhetorical question. "Why didn't we have a drug problem when we were
growing up? I replied, "I did have a drug problem when I was a kid." I was drug
to church on Sunday morning and 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 drug to the woodshed when I
disobeyed my parents, told a lie, had bad grades, did not speak with respect,
spoke ill of teacher or 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 if I uttered a
profane four letter word (I know what soap tastes like) I was drug out to pull
weeds, mow the lawn or do any chore. I was drug to homes of family, friends and
neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow their yard, fix a
clothesline or chop 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 today,
in everything I do, say and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack or
heroine and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America might be
a better place to live today.
