The other day, I read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county. I asked my neighbor, “Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?”
My neighbor smiled when he answered saying, “I DID have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up on the farm in North Idaho. I was drug to church on Sunday mornings and for weddings and funerals. Drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults and teachers. Drug to the ‘woodshed’ when I disobeyed my parents or if I had a ‘smart mouth’. I was drug to my room to work on improving my homework and my attitude if I didn’t put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me. I was drug outside on Saturday mornings to pull weeds in our garden and flower beds.
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. If today’s children had this kind of drug problem, America would a better place.”