I was drugged by my parents

Some of my friends shared this thought by Jerry Bright on Facebook today.  I liked it.  In many ways it reminded me of my growing up years.  I guess we did have a drug problem when I was growing up that did affected my behavior.  I must say thank you to my parents for caring about me enough.

I WAS DRUGGED BY MY PARENTS

When I was asked why we didn't 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.

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 profanity.  I was drug to the neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline or chop some firewood.

Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior.
They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroine.
If children today had this kind of drug problem America would be a better place."

Written by a concerned citizen