| Bless the Parents who Drugged Us
The other day, someone at the store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in the adjoining county and he asked me a theatrical 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 profane four-letter work. 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 fire wood; 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, and think. They are stronger than meth, cocaine, weed, crack, or heroin; and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, Canada and the United States would be a better place!!!!!   | 
06-20-2007, 08:38 AM
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