Drug Problem?

The other day, I read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in a nearby county and asked a buddy of mine a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"

Here is his reply:

I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up on the farm.

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, 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 if I uttered a profane word. (I DO know what soap tastes like.)

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and mow the grass, take out the trash and clean up after the family.

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, fix their deck, or chop some fire wood.

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 to live.

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