MOM DRUGGED ME

[morningstar]

God bless parents who drugged us!


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 flowerbeds and c**kleburs 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 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.

[cheryl]

True True,