CKC1586
Well-known member
There may be more truth to this than we know-
DRUG PROBLEM
The other day, someone at a store in a small town read that a
Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in the
adjoining county,
He asked me a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a
drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
I responded that we, most certainly, did have a drug problem when we
were kids.
I, for one, had an ongoing drug problem when I was growing
up -
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 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 if I uttered a profane four-letter word.
I do know what Lye soap tastes like.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flowerbeds and
cockleburs out of dad's field.
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 wood shed.
Those drugs are still in my veins, and they affect my behavior in
everything I do, say and think.
They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin, and if today's
children had this kind of drug problem,
America might be better place.
DRUG PROBLEM
The other day, someone at a store in a small town read that a
Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in the
adjoining county,
He asked me a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a
drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
I responded that we, most certainly, did have a drug problem when we
were kids.
I, for one, had an ongoing drug problem when I was growing
up -
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 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 if I uttered a profane four-letter word.
I do know what Lye soap tastes like.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flowerbeds and
cockleburs out of dad's field.
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 wood shed.
Those drugs are still in my veins, and they affect my behavior in
everything I do, say and think.
They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin, and if today's
children had this kind of drug problem,
America might be better place.
