God Bless Mothers Who Drugged Us!

Starting a new job is always a challenge.  Learning the lingo and unique ways that each company handles business always intimidates me!  Monday I began a new career with Allstate and although I am feeling overwhelmed I have been pleasantly surprised at this incredible company and the way they care about their employees!  I know this job is the answer to many prayers!

Because of my new job I have completely neglected my blog…

Today is Throwback Thursdays!  I loved this article the first time I read it and wanted to share it with you:

God Bless Mothers Who Drugged Us!

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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 profane 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 ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

oldtime wood shedThose 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, the world would be a better place.

 Amen!  What more can I say!

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3 Responses to God Bless Mothers Who Drugged Us!

  1. Shelly Stoker says:

    Love it!!!

  2. So true. My brother and I “drug” each other to those things because my father was crippled and my mother was always working, but we loved being drug by each other. Love to you and your wonderful family!

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