Drug Problem in America

The following made more than sense to me…

The Drug Problem in America

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 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 profane four-letter word.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom’s garden and flower
beds.
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, 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.

~author unknown~