April 12, 2019
The elderly man's reply was the best thing ever when he was told his life was easy because there was no drug problem when he grew up.
A few days ago, a lady standing next to me at a store in our community read that a meth lab had been discovered in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county.
The woman then asked me a rhetorical question:
"Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
I told her I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up. 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 upstairs to my room or 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 if I didn’t put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink if I uttered a profane four-letter word or smoked a cigarette (I do know what soap tastes like). I was drug out to pull weeds in mom’s garden and flower beds and to clear 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 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 influence my conduct in all that I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin, and if the present kids had this sort of drug problem, America would be a better place to live today.
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Source: Bored Daddy