pjlippert
Cathlete
This is quite humourous and ohhh so true!! Enjoy!
A Different Drug Progrm
Editors note:
The following letter has appeared on the internet and was veiwed by readers. Many felt it would be apporprate for the readers of the Avoyles Parish.
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmouse in the ajoining county, and he asked 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 reuinions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drugged down 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 pastor, 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 cockleburs in dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow their lines, mend their clothesline, or chop some firewood, and, if mom had ever known that I tood a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she'd 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 concaine, crack or heroine. If today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a much better place.
God Bless the parents who drugged us.
Submitted by a concerned citizen
A Different Drug Progrm
Editors note:
The following letter has appeared on the internet and was veiwed by readers. Many felt it would be apporprate for the readers of the Avoyles Parish.
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmouse in the ajoining county, and he asked 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 reuinions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drugged down 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 pastor, 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 cockleburs in dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow their lines, mend their clothesline, or chop some firewood, and, if mom had ever known that I tood a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she'd 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 concaine, crack or heroine. If today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a much better place.
God Bless the parents who drugged us.
Submitted by a concerned citizen
