Can I get an Amen???
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 did have a drug problem when I was young.
I was drug to church onSunday 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
askedof me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I
uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and
flower beds and cockleburr's 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!!!