The other day I was in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and someone asked me a rhetorical question:
'Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'
I replied that 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 priest, 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. I was drug to the homes of neighbors to help mow the yard, repair
the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, my dad
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.
I suffered the same drug problem quite often - but then I was also drug on many good pick nicks, fishing trips and other pleasurable family outings.
I drugged my kids the same way.
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Harvey wrote:
I suffered the same drug problem quite often - but then I was also drug on many good pick nicks, fishing trips and other pleasurable family outings.
I drugged my kids the same way.
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Excellent good! Parental involvement is the key.
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