Drug problem.........
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse, 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 pick bales 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, and think. They are
stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, this country of ours would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us.
Ain't it the truth!![:)]
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 pick bales 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, and think. They are
stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, this country of ours would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us.
Ain't it the truth!![:)]
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Sarge,
We were raised the same way; I wouldn't be the man I am today without a good a$$ whooping when I needed it. I tried to raise my boys the same way. They are 35 and 37, have a rock solid worth ethic and still say "sir" to their elders.
My wife has been in education for 26 years now and is an administrator. She comes home pi$$ed on a regular basis because so many parents won't accept responsibility for their spoiled rotten brats.
My dad died in 1983 and every Fathers Day I say a prayer and light a candle in honor of his memory. I didn't say "thank you" before he died. I wish I could turn back the clock.0 -
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appearently there is still good parenting going on, im a "young whippersnapper" and i dont do drugs cuz i would probably be killed 0 -
quote:Originally posted by whompuss
Sarge,
We were raised the same way; I wouldn't be the man I am today without a good a$$ whooping when I needed it. I tried to raise my boys the same way. They are 35 and 37, have a rock solid worth ethic and still say "sir" to their elders.
My wife has been in education for 26 years now and is an administrator. She comes home pi$$ed on a regular basis because so many parents won't accept responsibility for their spoiled rotten brats.
My dad died in 1983 and every Fathers Day I say a prayer and light a candle in honor of his memory. I didn't say "thank you" before he died. I wish I could turn back the clock.
Dude,
Don't worry about it - I'm sure your dad knows how grateful you are.0 -
I was raised the same way.
The other day I stopped and changed a flat tire for some elderly women.
One of them tried to pay me and I told her my Mom would have my hide if I took her money. She said thank you.
I said don't thank me thank my mom. She asked for the number and I gave it to her.
She actually called mom and thanked her. Made Mom's day.
Mom is 74 I'm 54.
Parenting last forever. Good and bad.0 -
+1, Sarge. In the past I was called a dictator by my children. However, they were "raised in the 50s" like I was. They have turned out to be respectful, law abiding, productive citizens. I believe in "parenting" and teaching the "old values."
Too many younger parents today do not teach their children. Simply walk in any public business and watch the younger children. Most would have been "taken to the car" and "talked to" when I was young.0
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