| Tim and Lisa 2006-06-25, 9:20 pm |
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Still one of my favorite's
The other day, someone at the co-op read that a methamphetamine lab had been
found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a
question.
"Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up, Milo?"
I smiled when I answered him saying, "I DID have a drug problem when I was a
kid growing up on the farm in southeast Kansas.
I was drug to church on Sunday mornings and 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 and teachers.
I was also drug to the 'woodshed' when I disobeyed my parents or if I had a
'smart-mouth.'
I was drug to my room to work on improving my homework and my attitude if I
didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug outside on Saturday mornings to pull weeds in our garden and
flowerbeds.
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 might
be a better place today."
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