Drug Problems

By An Unknown Observer
The other day, someone at a store in a small town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house 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?" Well, I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up. 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 what. 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 if I uttered a profane four-letter word (I 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's children only had this kind of drug problem, our world might be a better place today. Unknown Author
I find it odd that we wage this 'war on drugs' when on every other town corner everywhere there is a 'Drug Store'. It may be a franchise of a large chain or a small mom and pop, family owned store, but our children grow up watching us go to the 'drug store' to get 'drugs' to cure whatever it is we think we are suffering from. And we are bombarded from all sides by the media, whose ads encourage us to buy and 'use' this or that drug. What else could we possibly expect but a society of drug addicts. Our chickens are coming home to roost. We are only reaping what we have sown. But who cares? Who Really Cares ?