Post by benshelpmeet on Sept 11, 2006 17:15:21 GMT -5
The other day someone said a meth lab had been found on a farm in the adjoining county and he asked me,
"Why didn't we have a drug problem when we were growing up?"
"I had a drug problem.
I was drug to church on Sundays and
to church for
weddings and funerals," I said.
I was drug to family reunions.
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, spoke ill of my teacher or 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 word.
I was drug out to pull weeds in the garden and flower bed.
I was drug to the homes of family and friends to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the lawn, repair the clothesline or chop 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 crack, cocaine or heroin and if todays children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.
"Why didn't we have a drug problem when we were growing up?"
"I had a drug problem.
I was drug to church on Sundays and
to church for
weddings and funerals," I said.
I was drug to family reunions.
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, spoke ill of my teacher or 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 word.
I was drug out to pull weeds in the garden and flower bed.
I was drug to the homes of family and friends to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the lawn, repair the clothesline or chop 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 crack, cocaine or heroin and if todays children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.
