I was in Facebook surfing the web and I cam across a picture of a news article my aunt had posted on her website. I began to read the article and it was preceeded with a rhetorical questiion. The rhetorical question was so clever and dead on that I could not help to share it with you. As you read this article, you will laugh because it is so precise and straightforward, but in all opinions, I think you will find this article as agreeable as I do.
Different drug problem………
The following letter has appeared on the internet and was view by many readers. Many though it would be appropriate for the readers of Ayoyelles Parish.
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphenine 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 grew 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 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 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 eveything 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.
Submitted by a concerned citizen