The =
other day, someone in our town read that a meth lab had been found in an =
old house in a poor neighborhood, and 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 attend =
weddings and funerals of people I didn’t =
know.
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 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. =
&nb=
sp;
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 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.
~author unknown~
~~
Dr Bob =
Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"