jjenk02
Member
Subj: The Truth
God bless mothers who drugged us!
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine (sp)
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 profane four-letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's
garden and flowerbeds 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 wood shed.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in
everything I do, say, and 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
Lamar Smith
Made you look
God bless mothers who drugged us!
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine (sp)
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 profane four-letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's
garden and flowerbeds 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 wood shed.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in
everything I do, say, and 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
Lamar Smith
Made you look
