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GOD BLESS THE MOTHERS WHO DRUGGED US!
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a
methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining
county and he 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 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 pa rents, 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. 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 clothes line, 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, the whole world would be
a better place.
Amen