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
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 socials no
matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to
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 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
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.