DRUGGED!!!.....

Drug Problems?

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that
a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse,
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 had a drug problem when I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning (catholic then)
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. (much different than Temple marriages or attending an LDS funeral)

I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was expecte to behave in the car, not to be a distraction.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. (No excuses)

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 to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. (even ivory soap taste bad)

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's (DAD'S) garden and flower beds and pick bales out of dad's fields. (Just Uncles)

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. (woodshed not needed all she had to do was look at me and say you wait until your dad gets home)

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, this country would be a better place.

God bless the parents who 'drugged' us!