The other day, someone at a store in our 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 replied: ''But I did have a drug problem when I wuz a kid growing
up on the farm.''
I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the
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 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........
............and the other end of me would have been on fire
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 might be a better
AND WE ALL GOT ALONG A WHOLE LOT BETTER TOO
The way I see it... is... the drug problem in America needs the drugs
Wish I'da been d-r-u-g away from the kitchen table.......
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