Hi Rhonda,
No drug problems when we were kids at my house either.  Thanks for sharing 
with us.
Virgie and Hoshi
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Rhonda Partain" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Thursday, March 30, 2006 2:40 PM
Subject: thoughts on why we didn't have a drug problem when we were young


> Someone sent me this, thought you guys might appreciate it as I did!
>
> 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 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 profane four-letter word.
> I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's  garden and flowerbeds and
> cockleburs
> out of dad?s field.
> 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, America would be
> a better
> place.
> ~Author  unknown~