The other day, one of the senior citizens that lives in our small town in Iowa, read in the local paper that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in the adjoining county. He then asked me a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"

Well, it just so happened that I had saved an item that had been sent to me a few weeks ago. I printed off a copy and took it to him the next day. I smiled when I handed him the article and said, "I did have a drug problem when I was a child growing up on the farm."

Here is what the sheet said:
I had a drug problem when I was young
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for wedding and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions where I was pinched on the cheek by all the Aunts.
I was drug to community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults and teachers.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's soybean fields.
I was drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, or spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I did not put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

Those drugs are still in my veins. 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 might be a better place today.

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