A friend and I were talking the other day about a methamphetamine lab that was found in his neighborhood, and he asked a rhetorical question...does it seem that we didn't have these drug problems when we were growing up?
I responded that I indeed did have a drug problem when I was younger…
I was drug to family reunions and on family vacations. I was drug to the kitchen to do the dishes after dinner or to the laundry room to fold laundry.
I was drug to church on Sundays and then to Grandma's for dinner after.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults or to the bathroom sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a naughty word.
I was drug to my room to complete my homework, and drug off the playground if I brought home a bad report card.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they now affect my daily behavior, thoughts and beliefs. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, our country might be in a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us.