KAYLINDA
Head Chef
Now that I got your attention...hehehe....hope you enjoy this one!
The other day, someone at a store in a small 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 told him that I did have a DRUG problem when I was a kid growing up on
the farm 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 if I uttered a profane four-letter! word.
( I do know what Lye soap tastes like.)
I was DRUG out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flowerbeds 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 fire wood, 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 wood
shed.
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 today.
The other day, someone at a store in a small 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 told him that I did have a DRUG problem when I was a kid growing up on
the farm 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 if I uttered a profane four-letter! word.
( I do know what Lye soap tastes like.)
I was DRUG out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flowerbeds 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 fire wood, 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 wood
shed.
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 today.
