Tulip: Just steal this from my friend blog. I always love the old life style of American families, as my own native country, Vietnam. I miss the old life style that my siblings and I were “drugged” when we were young by our great Papa and Mum! I want to share this real short story. If you are conservative like me, you definitely love this…
I was Drugged….
The other day I was talking to someone at a store in our town and heard that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county.
They asked me a rhetorical question: Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?
I replied that I had a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings & 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 priest, 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. I was drug to the homes of neighbors to help mow the yard, repair the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, my dad 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, of 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.
AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN!