Bless the parents who drugged us!

Will the insanity never end???? Once again the cable company came out to my house, this will be the fourth time, to fix my phone. Seems that the first modem they gave me had a short in it and was causing all of the problems.... so last night I had a phone... and 11 voice mail messages to review... This morning I get up.. and it's not working... again.... It's very frustrating... On a good note.. It's Friday... the weather is gorgeous and I am heading to the Strawberry Festival tomorrow night to enjoy the sites and sounds and to see The Bellamy Brothers in concert... I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!!!! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------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 municipality 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 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. 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, 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, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin;and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, the world would be a better place.Amen!!!!!!