DRUG PROBLEM

This picture has nothing to do with this blog. The picture is of some friends with which we have shared sweet fellowship. Good friends are a gift from the LORD. I took several pictures and have noticed that the two guys with the glowing eyes, have glowing eyes in each picture taken. It is possibly something internal in these men. The family will, I am sure, find the problem may be cured by electrifying foot washing.

The following was clipped from an email sent from a friend. I do not give credit to those that send pictures or stories because my memory has problems with the retention of, uh; I forget what we were taking about.

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 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 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 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, or 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

God bless the parents who drugged us.

HTOITA hopefully