Wiregrass Seniors Magazine February 2019 FEBRUARY ISSUE | Page 10
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The Drug Problem
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
teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my
best effort in everything that was asked of me. 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, 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.
A Marriage is the triumph
of imagination over
intelligence.
If there happens to be a
need for a second marriage?
It is the triumph of hope
over experience. Samuel Johnson