Thread: I had a drug problem

jaxsprat posted this over on the main board and I thought it was good so I am posting it here.

Different drug problem……………………

Editor’s note:
The following letter has appeared on the internet and was viewed by many readers. Many felt it would be appropriate for the readers of Avoyelles Parish.

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 to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. 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 even 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 or 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.

God bless the parents who drugged us.

amen!!!!!!!!!

Good story, I can relate to very well.

Me too! When I heard some of my friends had "Time Out" I didn't know what they were talking about. When my Dad had "Time Out" it was because he needed to rest his right arm from the recoils of that BELT!

very good story, g3, and we wonder why some kids today are what they are......

Never was a truer story ever told!!!!!!

SPOT ON THERE G3 and torch that drug out to the woodshed works a heck of a lot better that "time out". I have seen proof of that many times over

I can relate to that. I ask a lot of these youngsters if they ever heard of a swish pow. Well thats the last thing you heard as my dads fist broke the sound barrier just before it hit you upsde the head. Would get your attntion.

My dad was the town Barber in Newton and he had one of those leather straps that you sharper Razor blades with to whoop me. Course he'd ALWAYS forget to take the metal bracket off the end if I messed up real bad. I BLEED at times

Amen G. Thanks for that.