I Have A Drug Problem
The other day, a friend in my town read that a Meth lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county. He turned to me and asked me a rhetorical question: “Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?”
I told him that I did have a drug problem when I was young.
I was drug to church on Sunday morning, 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, or was disrespectful. I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in dad’s garden and mom’s flowerbeds. 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.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say or think. If today’s kids had this kind of drug problem …America would be a better place.
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