Post by Rhonda on Jan 11, 2006 20:22:42 GMT -5
something to be said for the old ways
DRUG PROBLEM
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 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 profane
four-letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower
beds and thingyleburs
out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out so me
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, and 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.
~author unknown~
DRUG PROBLEM
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 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 profane
four-letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower
beds and thingyleburs
out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out so me
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, and 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.
~author unknown~