Drug Problem - Made Me a better Person!

Sometimes I get one of those pass along emails that makes lots of sense. Got a couple of them today but thought that I would pass this one along. It talks about a drug problem. After reading this I realize that I had a drug problem as a kid, but also after reading this I realize how that drug problem really did affect me more than I knew. Check this one out!

------
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 family reunions and community socials no matter the
weather.

I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to weddings and
funerals.

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, 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 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.

God bless the parents who drugged us!