This came across my desk a few days ago, and I thought, this is an amazing article everyone should see. Most importantly the younger generation, because they do not know what "The Older Generation" was like. It goes like this:
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-sounds like around here! 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 when I didn't want to go. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter what 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 my mom's garden and flower beds. I was drug to homes of families, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chip 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!"
You know-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 heroine; and, if today's children had this kind of "drug" problem, America would be a better place.
God Bless the parents who "Drugged" us!!!