God Bless the Parents that Drugged Us!

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 ineverything 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.

Have a Nice Day .... and a Better tomorrow...