The Other day someone at a store in our town read that a Meth Lab had been found in an old farmhouse. 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. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and functions and to 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 a 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. I was drug out to pull weeds from the garden. I was drug out to the homes of friends and family to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair household items, chop firewood, and if mother had ever known me to take 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 today’s children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place. God bless the parents who “drugged” us!
Thanks Ronnie
