Stolen from an LTE to the Longview Daily News.
Parental 'wonder drug'
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a meth lab had been found in an old house in the adjoining county. 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 efforts in everything that was asked of me."
"I was drug to the kitchen sink if I used profanity to have my mouth washed with soap. I was drug to pull weeds in Mom's vegetable and flower beds or help in the field. I was drug to help some neighbor or friends to help mow their lawn, fix a clothesline or chop wood in their time of need, 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 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.