The other day, someone at a store in a small 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 told him that I did have a drug problem when I wuz a
kid growing up on the farm 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 if I uttered a profane
four-let! ter 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 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 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 a better place today.
(Can I getta Amen to that!)
Happy Holidays and good runnin
Goes
Drug problem
Moderators: Pike Ridge Beagles, Aaron Bartlett
lol
AMEN I HAD THE SAME DRUG PROB. LOL GOOD ONE
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