Read this...Something to think about!
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Read this...Something to think about!
A friend of mine sent this to me. Good stuff!
The other day someone at a store in our town read that a Metamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in an adjoining county and he ask 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 probelm when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday mornings. 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 disrepctful 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 didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen 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 bedsand cuckleburs 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 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.:praying
Thought you all might enjoy this one.
God Bless,
Sweet Pea
The other day someone at a store in our town read that a Metamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in an adjoining county and he ask 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 probelm when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday mornings. 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 disrepctful 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 didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen 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 bedsand cuckleburs 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 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.:praying
Thought you all might enjoy this one.
God Bless,
Sweet Pea
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