Someone asked me a rhetorical question:
'Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'
I replied that 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 britches when I was disrespectful to adults.
I was also drug to the bedroom 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 the garden and flower beds.
I was drug to the homes of neighbors to help mow the yard, repair the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, my dad would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they still affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. I assume hey are stronger and less harmful than MJ, cocaine, crack, or heroin
Today, if more children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place for them, too.
God bless the parents who drugged us !
OR was it child abuse in today's society??
(not my original writing but I can identify closely with it.)
'Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'
I replied that 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 britches when I was disrespectful to adults.
I was also drug to the bedroom 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 the garden and flower beds.
I was drug to the homes of neighbors to help mow the yard, repair the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, my dad would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they still affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. I assume hey are stronger and less harmful than MJ, cocaine, crack, or heroin
Today, if more children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place for them, too.
God bless the parents who drugged us !
OR was it child abuse in today's society??
(not my original writing but I can identify closely with it.)
