Choose Happiness and Bless the Parents Who Drugged Us!

Happiness can be work

Kids clearly aren’t being raise like we were.

Are they going to have happiness within as adults?  Yes, when I was a teenage; drugs were arriving on the scene, but it obviously was not from our parent’s medicine cabinets.  You could still go to the drug store and get cold remedies over the counter without them having to check to see when the last time you were in to buy some of these remedies.

When we were young “God bless the parents who drugged us.”, so we could be well adjusted and able to choose happiness.

I was reading in the newspaper the other day about all these Methamphetamine labs they are finding and got to thinking about the drug problems and why we have them.

We did have a drug problem when I was growing, but it was a completely a different story.

You see I was drug to church nearly every Sunday morning.  I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.  I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter what the weather was doing.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.  I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, definitely told a lie, brought home a bad report card, obviously didn’t  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 dad’s beet field.

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 know that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would really 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.

Should we start drugging today’s children like we were drugged?  They wouldn’t have the time to build a Meth lab let alone clean out our medicine cabinets.  They would be too tired, and I believe we clearly would have happier children!

God bless the parents who drugged us.

Where you drugged?

Debbie Dee