Drug Problem

[Dale Smith]

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 had a drug problem when I was young:  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
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.  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 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.

[frawin]

I love it, that is a really good one.
Frank