Saturday, February 16, 2008

Different Drug Problem

Editor's note:
The following letter has appeared on the Internet and was viewed by many readers. Many felt it would be appropriate for the readers of Avoyelles Parish.
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 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 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, or 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.
God bless the parents who drugged us.
Submitted by a concerned citizen

Thanks to Rich Hendrix for this article.

8 Comments:

At Sat Feb 16, 01:25:00 PM CST, Blogger Rich Hendrix said...

He missed a couple.
I was drug to sit on the floor with my arms around my sister because we had been fighting.
I was drug to sit at the kitchen table across from Mom, eyes turned to little slits and lip pursed in a straight line. Yah, that look! Because she just couldn't find the words. And then the words came, after what seemed like an hour "Richard Lee, Richard Lee, Richard Lee". Damn, even sayin' it myself puts the hair up on the back of my neck.LOL

 
At Mon Feb 18, 05:00:00 PM CST, Blogger Carla said...

Being drug for that sit down and having to face that Mother look put fear in the hearts of many of us.

 
At Mon Feb 18, 05:26:00 PM CST, Anonymous Anonymous said...

So did you all use that look on your own kids...and did it have the same results?

 
At Tue Feb 19, 02:11:00 PM CST, Blogger Rich Hendrix said...

Come on now, Helen. That is "women only" standard equipment.
Men get "selective hearing". No special orders, that's just the way it is.LOL

 
At Tue Feb 19, 04:01:00 PM CST, Blogger donna p n said...

That look is definitely carried on from generation to generation. Even our daughters-in-law that aren't moms yet have it down pat! It's especially amuzing to see them use it on Scott.

 
At Tue Feb 19, 05:51:00 PM CST, Blogger Rich Hendrix said...

OK, now, I need some clarification here. Are we talkin' about "THE LOOK" or a Mom's "LOOK". Come guys, help me out here!!! WE know the difference. There is on ONE person allowed to give me THE LOOK and that ain't my Mom.LOL It's surprising that after 34 years there are still some variations of THE LOOK that I haven't seen.LOL

 
At Wed Feb 20, 04:09:00 PM CST, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm not exactly sure about the mom look because my mom never used it. She was swift and sudden (maybe she had to be with 5 kids). We never got the look but got a hard tap from the tip of the broomstick handle. At least it was usually the tip because we were on the run!LOL

 
At Fri Mar 07, 08:44:00 PM CST, Blogger BillRobinson said...

That is a great use of drugs! Hope everyone is fine. Linda, also a very good post from Ron J. And Mary B. Keep up the great work. Sorry I have been off for such a long time, retirement is busy!

 

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