Making a point....

The Following was written by a friend on a adoption group...I found it to hold a lot of truth and meaning so I wanted to share it with my personal community.... -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 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 outwith soap if I uttered a profane four letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flowerbeds and cockle burs out of dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors tohelpout some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair theclothesline, 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, and 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."