My Drug Problem


> Drug Problem:
> 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 "I did have a drug problem when I was a kid  growing up."
> 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 letter 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  I had taken a single dime
> for the 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 much stronger  than cocaine, crack or
> heroin,and if today's children had this kind of a drug problem, North
> America would be a much better place today.


via Edith :0)