Post by tdg on May 16, 2007 15:04:32 GMT -5
>Subject: FW: Drugged? 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 we 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 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 flowerbeds and thingyleburs 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.
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>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 we 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 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 flowerbeds and thingyleburs 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.
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