Subject: My
drug problem
An old friend of mine
recently asked me a rhetorical question, "Why
didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?" This
was my reply:
"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
- 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 Lava soap tastes like.)
- I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and foxtails
out of the field.
- 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 know 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
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