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, Sunday evening, Revivals, Prayer Meetings, Choir Practice, and Wednesday evenings. 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 that cocaine, crack, or heroin. If children today had this kind of drug problem the world would be a better place.”