OT - giggle - drug problem

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Subject: FW: drug problems

The other day, someone at a store in a small town read that a

methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house 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 did have 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 if I uttered a profane four letter

word. (I know what Lye soap tastes like.) 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 fire wood, 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 wood shed.

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, this might be a better place today.

God bless,

Althea