Reader offers something to ponder

Letter to the editor:

May I add to the letter of Ted Duff, although I strongly disagree with
his stand on population control.

Here's something to ponder: "God bless mothers that drugged us."

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a
methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse and he asked me
a rhetorical question: "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and
I were growing up?" I replied that 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 fields.

I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbours 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 behaviour in
everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, or
heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, the
world would be a better place. - UNKNOWN AUTHOR.

Bob Chapman