Friday, February 15, 2008


I, Saundra, did not write this piece, but I sure wish I had. It was an email sent to me years ago and I kept it. After what has been happening on college campuses and in our schools in recent years I thought it was appropriate to bring it out... I hope you see some value in it.
I will be offline for a couple of days. I will see you back here on Monday with new posts, more crazy pictures and I'm sure, lots to talk about!
The other day, someone at a store 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 responded that we did have a drug problem when we were kids growing up on the farm or in the city.
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, tolda 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 to the kitchen sink if I uttered a profane four letter word.
(I do know what soap tastes like.)
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 fire wood, 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 wood shed.
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'schildren had this kind of drug problem, America might be a better place today.
Author Unknown

1 comment:

  1. I love this Saundra. I need to show my two oldest boys the part about being drug out to pull weeds.


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