Below is a copy of a e-mail one of the teachers I work with had. I think it is real neat. It makes a lot of sense to me too.
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 whe 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 parent, told a lie, 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 out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flowerbeds."
"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, whe 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.
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 whe 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 parent, told a lie, 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 out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flowerbeds."
"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, whe 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.
