Drugs of Fifty Years Ago

The other day I was talking to an older gentleman, about my age, who had read that a meth lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county.  "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?" he asked.

I replied, "I did have a drug problem when I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

I was drug to weddings and funerals.   

I was drug to the woodshed when I was disrespectful to adults, told a lie, brought home a bad report card or didn't perform my best 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 profane four-letter word.

I was drug out to pull weeds in the garden and cockleburs out of the fields.

I was drug to the home of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard or repair the clothesline or chop some firewood; and if my mom had found out 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 and the rest of the world would be a better place."

Thank goodness for parents who drug (and drag) their children.  They are doing them and all of us a great favor!

I don't know who wrote "Drugs of Fifty Years Ago" but I thank them for sharing their wisdom!