Sunday, April 18, 2010
DIFFERENT DRUG PROBLEM
Howdy Friends and Neighbors,
Hope everyone is have a grand Sunday sunny day.
My nephew sent this to me and thought a lot of you would really enjoy reading this
newspaper clipping. Please feel free to download it and pass it on.
How well I can remember these very well I can remember all of these little steps in life.
Tried to post the newspaper clipping but it was so very hard to read so re-doing it.
Worth the effort.
Randy and Melanic Bordelon
Different drug problems.................................
The following letter has appeared on the Internet and was viewed by many readers. Many felt it would be appropriate for the readers of Avoyelles Parish.
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 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 ever thing that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth was wasjed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields. 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 know 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 or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin: and, if today's children had this kind of drug problems, America would be a better place.
God Bless the parents who drudged us.
Note this is a retyped of an article sent to me.
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