The other day, I read about a problem in Chicago regarding how much of a problem drugs are. Growing up in a respectable family with parents who cared and living in a place that was relatively safe had a big influence on why I am not in a rehab center today. But I did have 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 what the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was drug to my room when I disrespected my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of teachers or did not 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 profanity. I was drug out to pull weed's in mom's garden and flowerbeds instead of watching the television. I was drug to the homes of family and friend's to help out when they were in need or drug to a neighbor's house to mow the lawn when their mower broke down.
These drugs are still in my system and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say or think (most of the time). They are much stronger than any drug out there and I wish that this was the only drug problem and influence my kids will ever have to face. Unfortunately, the world is a much different place now, and that makes my sad.
God bless my parents for drugging me.
4 comments:
So true these words are. If the guy who opens fire on 8 people at an LA bustop would just think to himself, Geez, I only want to gun down and kill the one guy, maybe I should wait until there are fewer people... The world may be a lot different.
What a great drug story. I'd like to see this story all over the world. Well.....gosh it is. Great blog, Doc.
Was that snow? Blow? Hash? Horse? Grass? Crack? Crank? Stank? Big? Pig? Hootch? Scotch? Ale? Ripple? Stick? White? ....did it cost a lot?
And a sense of humor. !!!!!!
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