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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 drug problems when you and I were growing up"?
I replied, 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 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 field.
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 clothline, 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 effect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or herion; 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 know things are very different these days...but the principles of this forward are still the same....G-ma :o) HUGS