A Sunday thought thanks to Bonnie Marron

How true this is. Read on. - Bonnie

THE PARENTS WHO DRUGGED US...

 

The other day I was

in an old farmhouse in the adjoining

county and 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 Sundaymorning. 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 priest, 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. 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 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.