A Different Drug Problem . . .
The other day,
someone mentioned that a Meth lab had been
raided just outside of the city, and asked,
“Why didn’t we have a drug problem when we were
growing up.
I replied that I did have a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug there too for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials too.
I was drug to the woodshed if I was disrespectful to adults, disobeyed my parents, told a lie or didn’t speak with respect of a teacher.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed with soap if I swore. I was drug to the garden to help pull weeds. I was drug to the homes of family or friends when they were in need.
Those drugs are still in my veins and affect what I do to this day. They are stronger than cocaine of marijuana or heroin and if today’s children had that kind of drug problem, the world would be a better place.




