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 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 out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and
****leburs 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 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.

I love your thoughts same with me now there is all that and more. who
needs drugs!!!!!!!!

That is why I chose the kind of work I do!!
it's rewarding and I know that I can make a difference in someone's
life,

Great post Mills, so true

Agreed!

So true but that was back when we got our azzz whooped for being bad
now you do that and your will get drugged to the police station. Morals
and values were taught back then and we listened to what we were taught.