This was sent to me and I share it with you. Enjoy
While I realize some parents do everything right and kids do as they please, the unknown Author is right about the rest of us!
The other day, someone at our local store mentioned that a meth lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the next county and he asked the rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when we 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 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 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 swear word.
I was drug out to pull weeds in Mom's garden and flower beds and thistles 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 cut the grass, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and if Mom 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, the world would be a better place!