DIFFERENT DRUG PROBLEM

The other day, someone at a store in our town 

read that a meth lab had been found in an old farm

house 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 profanity.  I was

drug out to pull weed 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, 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.

This article was sent to me by my Aunt Susie.  It did not have a name attached to it as to who wrote it.   I agree with it.  Just wanted to share.