A different kind of drug problem.

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Different Drug Problem (source unknown)

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 profantiy. I was drug out ot 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 tot the woodshed."

Those drugs are still in my veins, and they affect my behavior in everthing 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.
 
as one having problem with one child of mine...i wish she lived with me more often so i could have worked on her current "you ruined my life and i hate you" problem..this summer i think i will work on her lack of "drug" problem lol
 
Thought it was neat...

Different Drug Problem (source unknown)

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 profantiy. I was drug out ot 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 tot the woodshed."

Those drugs are still in my veins, and they affect my behavior in everthing 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 agree with you 100%! My parents were always willing to take me to the bathroom and whoop my azz!
 
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