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Saturday, November 28, 2020

Canada's Drug Problem

The other day, someone at a store in town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse nearby. 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 to 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 or four-letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds 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 know that I took a single dime as a tip, 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, Canada would be a better place."

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