katrina
Well-known member
This has been posted before, but I'm posting it again...
>
>The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine
>lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and 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 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 word.
>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 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 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
>would be a better place.
>
> ~author unknown~
>
>
>The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine
>lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and 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 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 word.
>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 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 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
>would be a better place.
>
> ~author unknown~
>