this was posted on our local homeschool group site....i just had to pass it along

GREAT STUFF

I WAS DRUGGED AS A CHILD

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 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 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 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.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.



They are stronger than meth, weed, cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's
children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.
~author unknown