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[PappaJohn]

DRUG PROBLEM


The other day, someone in our office read that a methamphetamine lab had
been found in an old farm house in the country and he asked me a
rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I
were growing up?"

"I did have a drug problem when I wuz a kid growing up on the farm." I
had a bad drug problem when I was young and still have problems with it
today.




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 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 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. Yes, I did have a drug problem that still last thus far in my
life and I hope for years to come.