Post Number: 387
|Posted on Saturday, September 22, 2007 - 09:30 pm: ||
FROM SOMEONE... does it matter who? no - it matters who you are....
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
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 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.
Have a Nice Day .... and a Better tomorrow...
May the Spirit of the Elves guide you.
Post Number: 1977
|Posted on Sunday, September 23, 2007 - 08:08 am: ||
Very good Kendra...thank you!
When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
Post Number: 245
|Posted on Tuesday, September 25, 2007 - 10:44 am: ||
I LOVED this! Thanks
Once a princess always a princess