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Posted Monday, December 27, 2010, at 7:26 AM

Recent email...

The other day, someone at a store in 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 a 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 cockelburs in 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 running through my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine,crack, or heroin; if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.

God bless the parents who drugged us.

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I thought this was a fairly interesting view into all of it:


-- Posted by Damu on Mon, Dec 27, 2010, at 3:19 PM

Brian, imagine if you will, missing a generation of more relaxed up-bringing, like from Grandparents. Let me just say, I thought I was being abused, but I've learned to love most of those wood-shed skid marks.

Excellent article.

I learned, it is not so much the upbringing, as the constructive ways a person learns from the short-comings, and develops them into long-good-comings, hopefully. Some don't, and like the good Dr says, become addictive to being on the short end of the stick, and do not attempt to leave it. At least that is what I see him saying.

Onward, and upward, Keeping the Watch for the one I'm addicted to.

-- Posted by Navyblue on Mon, Dec 27, 2010, at 5:47 PM

Great perspective, Brian!

It sounds like your mother stayed home to rear you. Mine did, too. Might be a condemnation of the second income theory.

-- Posted by Boomer62 on Mon, Feb 14, 2011, at 7:54 PM

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