Pubdate: Wed, 26 Mar 2008
Source: Nipawin Journal, The (CN SN)
Copyright: 2008 The Nipawin Journal
Contact:  http://www.nipawinjournal.com/
Details: http://www.mapinc.org/media/867

DIFFERENT DRUG PROBLEM . . .

(The following letter has appeared on the Internet and was viewed by
many readers. We felt it would be appropriate for our Journal readers
too. The author is unknown.)

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a
Methamphetamine 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
teachers 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 neighbours 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 behaviour 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, our
world would be a better place.

God bless the parents who drugged us.
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