Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
My dad sent this to me in a E-mail from a forward
Subject: Drug problem
The other day, someone at a store in a small town
read that a meth-amphetamine lab had been found in an
old farm house 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 did have a drug problem when I wuz a kid growing
up on the farm. "
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 if I uttered a profane four letter word. (I do know what Lye soap tastes like. )
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cocklebur's 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 fire wood, and if my mother had ever knew that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the wood
shed.
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
might be a better place today.
Subject: Drug problem
The other day, someone at a store in a small town
read that a meth-amphetamine lab had been found in an
old farm house 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 did have a drug problem when I wuz a kid growing
up on the farm. "
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 if I uttered a profane four letter word. (I do know what Lye soap tastes like. )
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cocklebur's 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 fire wood, and if my mother had ever knew that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the wood
shed.
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
might be a better place today.
