Two farmers were standing around chatting at the local coffee shop.
One of them said "Hey Bill, Did you read in the paper, that a methamphetamine lab has been found in an old farmhouse in the next county? And someones been stealing liquid fertilizer from Jims farm.
Whats going on these days?"
He then said "Bill why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
And Bill said " I did have a drug problem when I was young.
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to 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 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, Meth, 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."