My Drug problem, could it be yours too? !!
10-07-2010, 06:32 PM
#71
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I was in a store with my children when they were young (25 & 27 now) we were in the checkout line and they started acting up a bit told them if they continued we were going right home and they were going to their rooms.
Well this gentleman in front of us turned around and started to say something. And I thought oh boy here we go...
But what he said to my surprise was "good for you you keep on your kids and they will turn out to be good people."
And they did!!
Well this gentleman in front of us turned around and started to say something. And I thought oh boy here we go...
But what he said to my surprise was "good for you you keep on your kids and they will turn out to be good people."
And they did!!
10-07-2010, 09:26 PM
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I was shopping one day and overheard a mother and son. He was making demands about wanting money and going to the movies with friends. I don't recall all the words said, but the mother was right and the son was being a mouthy little brat. I walked by them and spoke to the son and said, "You'd better straighten that up and be a good boy, and listen to you mother and respect her, if you want to get anything.".... Mom said "Thank you". Then looked at her son and said SEE there!
10-08-2010, 11:15 PM
#74
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Originally Posted by Chasing Hawk
Editor’s note:
The following letter has appeared on the internet and was viewed by many readers. Many felt it would be appropriate for the readers of Avoyelles Parish.
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 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 even 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.
The following letter has appeared on the internet and was viewed by many readers. Many felt it would be appropriate for the readers of Avoyelles Parish.
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 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 even 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.
Here ,here.
10-09-2010, 08:34 AM
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Originally Posted by Greendragon6889
Unfortunatly, being drugged to the shed now a days is cause to be arrested for abuse...
10-09-2010, 01:46 PM
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Originally Posted by Chasing Hawk
Originally Posted by Greendragon6889
Unfortunatly, being drugged to the shed now a days is cause to be arrested for abuse...
10-09-2010, 05:22 PM
#78
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Location: Texas
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I remember those "drugs," too, and I "drugged" my children with no excuses for doing so, in the face of a friend who called me "old fashioned" and "a parasite" (I was a stay-at-home mom, ergo, according to her, a parasite. I decided I needed a change of friends. <G>). And now my daughters are "drugging" their children. Some things never change, thank goodness. So much for hopenchange.
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