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God Bless the Parents Who Drugged Us


Editors Note: This little story has a rather unusual history. The author of this little story is unknown, and it has a rather roundabout way of getting to us. It has circled the globe many times. I found it on the internet on a Facebook page in Brisbane, Queensland. And I brought it back here to the States, where I published it on my website in Oregon. From there it will probably keep circling the globe again and again. It is a wonderful little story of what life used to be like in America, and it illustrates the type of good old fashioned common sense, discipline, and solid moral values that our parents grew up with. Here is the story:

The other day, someone in my city heard that a Methamphetamine lab had been discovered in an old abandoned farmhouse just outside of town, and he asked me this question. "Why didn't you or I have a drug problem when we were growing up?"

I told him that I did have a drug problem when I was young. I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter what the weather was like outside. I was drug by my ears whenever I was disrespectful to adults. And I was also drug to the woodshed whenever I disobeyed my parents, or ever I told a lie, brought home a bad report card, disrespected my elders, misbehaved in class, spoke a bad word about anybody else, or if I didn't give my very best in everything that I did. I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered any profanity. I was drug outside to pull weeds in my mom's garden or flower beds, and to dig cockleburs out of my dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family members or friends and neighbors to help someone else in need who had no one to mow their yard, or chop firewood, or just help around the house with chores, and if my mother found out that I ever took a single dime as payment for my kindness, then she would have drug me back out to the woodshed again.

Those drugs from my youth are still in my veins, and they affect my behavior and everything that I say, or do, or think today. They are stronger than crack cocaine, or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of a drug problem, then America would be a much better place.

God bless the parents who drugged us!

When Jesus spoke to the people again, he said, “I am the light of the world.”  This is just as true for us today as it was for our parents!


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