Friday, September 20, 2019

The Parents Who Drugged Us

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A friend asked me, ‘Why didn’t we have a drug problem when we were growing up?’  I replied that 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 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 pastor, 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 profanity. 
          -  I was drug out to pull weeds in mom’s garden and flower beds. 
          -  I was drug to the homes of neighbors to help mow the yard, repair the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, my dad 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, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if today’s children had this kind of drug problem, this world would be a better place.  God bless the parents who drugged us !